We're Gonna Hang Out the Washing on the Lunar Line

Dear Diary,

January 9th, 938 PS

Eighth entry. I'm not good at keeping up to date on this, am I? Trixie in case you couldn't tell already.

So, I sorta got... captured. And then this Starlight chick is in love with me? I've never seen her before, but she seems so... familiar. Anyways, she and her little cadre of staff have been running the whole rebellion, and I've been roped into helping them.

How do I feel about it?

Good question.

In all seriousness, I don't wanna think about it. It feels so wrong to help these xeno scum, but it's also... fulfilling. Like I'm complete. It's... beautiful.

What am I saying? The Empress would kill me if she saw this! Stupid xeno scum, roping me in with their unicorn-like feelings and their unicorn-like bodies and unicorn-like faces and unicorn-like

What if it's not unicorn-like? What if it's the same? Not the same the same, but you know what I mean... Maybe they're not so different after all...

I'm sorry Empress.

January 10th, 938 PS

They found the arsenic. Too late for the bastards though I already ate it. I ate it alllllll up. There's none left. They can't stop it now. They can't stop it they can't stop it they ca
The next three pages are filled with unintelligible writing stained by liquid every here and there. It abruptly ends halfway through the third page.

January 11th, 938 PS

I'm so sorry Empress I failed you and I failed me and I failed and I'm a fail
Part of a 'u' is written out, but it doesn't finish; it seems to have been interrupted.

January 12th, 938 PS

I'm better now. Well, the arsenic is gone and I'm functioning like normal. Still a failure though. Yay...

I want my mommy.