Dear diary. So I've apparently known this land for seven months already...
I... Am not sure what I'm doing with my life right now. I keep hopping from world to world, looking for some place to be a part of, but nothing FEELS right, you know?
I've got this Cor thing now, and I want to give it to my sister, but... I don't think she'll really accept it as an apology gift. Not after what I did. This land is weird. Nobody looks at me funny for being a demon. People call me cute and offer me a helping hand when I fall over, they don't try to burn me to ash or cower or worship me. Not like how it was home. It's... Good, but unusual. Why do the people here not fear me, or at least feel disgusted by me...? Anyway, sometimes when I go between worlds, when I come back more or less time has passed than I thought it would. I've kept track of the days since I've had to do that for a while, to keep up with my personal years, and... It should've only been two months total since I encountered this place. That's still two months of twiddling my thumbs, a few weeks since I heard Margarit was around... I saw her at that Canto... Canter Morty thing, I think.
I'm really useless, aren't I? Not even brave enough to face up to my mess ups.
Sorry for being such a downer diary, but I needed to get it off my chest!
Love, Cordia Discord ❤️
Notably, the word fuck sits below the word mess, heavily scratched out but still legible enough to know: she swore!