Here i sit, on my bed. up late. tommorow is the night of my schools dia de los muertos event. tommorow i will wake up. but not just as alexei. tommorow i will wake up with another piece in my soul, it's called Almost Omelette. tommorow night i will put aside all my worries, the scars from my past, the unknown worry of my future. and those who hate me. it all leaves my mind that night. and i will celebrate the beauty of life, and death. i will honor the spirits. as almost, i feel as if i can express myself. just by my altered appearance alone. without words. this is my chance to show everyone and myself who i am, including myself. i am longer restricted by the chains of my mind, for i have lived in the lives of others too long, its time to live my own story.

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i've spoken to algernon about all of this, and i caught him up on my school activites. i spoke about breaking free from our lives, and becoming better than we ever thought we could be. he listened while playing in the car and eating goldfish.

that's all i have to say, i'm gonna sleep now. i'm going to remember tommorow night for the rest of my life. this feels like the moment my life has been leading up to. i am going to be everything i wanted to be. i am a prosthetic angel.

Yours truly,

Almost Omelette.