Dear Journal,

I had THAT dream once again. You know, the one where I'm a cute girl hanging around other girls. She looks so beautiful and happy; I'm jealous. Of course, how could I not be jealous when she has no worries like me!

And I want to clarify something: when I mention the girl part, I'm not implying anything about my masculinity. After all, as the man that I am, it's perfectly normal for me to dream about being a girl every night, right?

Although, I think something about these dreams isn't normal. Like, why do I have horns and a tail, and why is there always a demon girl that looks at me from the corner of my view? Why do I love it when she calls me cute every time? Well... whatever. Dreams are sadly only dreams in the end.