Everyone is mourning. But the journal must be monitored. So I'll take over until June is forced to partake.

I wonder how many people still can't see that I'm the monster. I wonder how many people will be mad at me. I wonder if any will act like January, and try to sympathize with me.

None of you will compare to the real January, if any of you try the process in the first place.

I wonder how many will be silent.

I wonder if any of you are chanting into your hear that we're all just works of fiction.

Maybe I should remind you. For my pleasure, mostly.

May is dead, and it's your fault.