So once again, I come here to pour my heart out with the use of ink and pen and, apparently, enough paper to have been the cause of global warming.

Charming, I know. I'm good like that.

Anyway.

Honestly, I don't... really know where to begin. Every memory is crisp and clear and bursting - totally oblivious to the fact that my tiny brain does not have the capacity to endure such things. I thought enough had happened when I'd scribbled down the last message beforehand, thought I was leaving off on a good note.

But life happens and shit-storms rain down on innocent young mages who've really put up too much already in their lives and don't need more of said fecal matter.

So. Here we are again.

Lucy's still Lucy, and she loves to sic Aquarius on me just as much as before. Natsu still occasionally calls me Wasabi. Gray is chill as ever. Candor's name has never suited him more. Loke prefers that I call him Loke rather than Leo.

And me... Well, I guess you can have a look through these memories of mine and see for yourself. Wouldn't be any fun if I spoiled everything for you guys, right?