Dear Diary,

I'm writing this down as I attempt to make the jump between realities.  

My life in this reality is just missing the excitement that the Devildom could provide me with.  The fact is, the more I play Obey Me, the more something in me seems to resonate off kilter with my surroundings.  It feels like I'm literally one finger length shifted to the left compared to the rest of the world. I feel like I no longer belong in this world…  my heart aches for someone or something that's missing.

If I've done my math right, I'll be jumping to a reality where alternate-me has been pining away for home, so I shouldn't be causing any negative ripple effect issues in that sort of way.  Alt-me should be sucked to my reality, a reality as close to the one they came from as I could guess.  Of course, the biggest difference in my reality and theirs is that they have magic and the supernatural lands of the Devildom and Celestial realms in their reality. The beautiful hidden worlds that prove that amongst the bad the brightest good can shine just as easily as the most foul evil can masquerade as the holiest of holy.

Alt-me will be going to my home where I have prepared a binder full of phone numbers of family and friends, a synopsis of my life so far (just in case she has members who have passed away that I don't), and a run down of my job as a medical data entry clerk.  I have labelled all of my keys, put valuables in a fire safe, and put the key as the only unlabelled one. If Alt-me is as smart as I am, I'm pretty sure she'll figure it out. I've left a folio of all important business cards (lawyer, doctor, etc) with the rest along with a copy of my will, living will, and advanced directives.  I know I would appreciate all of this if I were being thrust into a whole new environment. The whole purpose of all of this preparation is the adventure of a lifetime that Alt-me wasn't enjoying anyhow. I mean, that's the theory, right? If I want to go to the Devildom so badly, Alt-me must have despised having to go...

Now, as for how I plan on getting there.  I've devised a simple looking, yet complex device out of a toaster from the 50s (year is important), the iridium I scavenged from a bunch of smoke detectors, fine gold wiring from stripped HDMI cables, and assorted chips scavenged from old Nokia bricks.  There are a bunch of other components in there, as well as a couple of things I threw in just to mess around with so it looked cool aesthetically, like a small beach glass bottle/cup full of quartz and labradorite crystals and a small maglev device that spins a ferrite based "mood gem". 

I've also been exceptionally selfish and haven't left any details of how I've made this device behind so that Alt-me can't remake the device easily and go back to their reality.  I've also rigged it so that if the device doesn't come with me, it will reach a temperature that will melt all of the gold wiring, then tip into an iron vat filled with ice which will cause numerous parts of it to crack and then the device will be rendered useless.

Diary, I hope I've made all necessary arrangements for success or failure.  I'm not afraid to die for this. I've been feeling askew from the rest of humanity.  I want to feel back in sync, or what's the point? 

I mean, I would much rather have all my dreams come true and hopefully find myself somewhere I feel I belong, even if it isn't with the demons of Obey Me.

As always,

Clarissima sidera lucent ex nihilo