dear_mun | New muse, less than desired.

Oh, a journal to myself and Dear Mun, even--you do realize you're rapidly losing any credibility in insisting you don't want me here, don't you? I imagine you think you're terribly clever, giving me this journal name. I assure you I am no more a fool than I have wings, though I expect you've succeeded in your goal of inventing a name that no one but the two of us will ever understand.

You still have reservations. Not sure whether you want to post this? You're only pretending to watch the television; in truth, you stopped typing in favor of picking at your fingernails. It's a rather obvious nervous habit. You'd do well to remedy that.

So you're nervous--why? Because you think you can't be me? You can't. I'm sure that's not surprising to you; you were hardly attempting to become a different person in the first place. All you're trying to do is produce a reasonable enough facsimile to convince the average roleplayer. Trust me, that's a far simpler task.

You're biting your lip. Replace one nervous habit with another, it doesn't make a difference. But you've gotten this far, which either means you're far more of a fool than I am, or you think you can pull it off.

Go ahead--impress me.