December 20, 2024

It's been a huge year. It's shocking to look back at how much happened. In February, we started putting blogs on this site, knowing that nothing online was forever and wanting a place for things that felt more permanent. In October, Cohost went read-only, and it soon vanishes completely; proof of how correct we were to do that. In March we found ourselves. In July we lost a job. Next year, July has to be July month for real. Nothing bad is allowed to happen.

A lot of bad things happened, even just speaking personally. They were part of why we're here now, understanding ourselves. That's how I know that pushing on is worth it. I'm not the same person I was in January. It feels like it was a million years ago, but existing is still new. I've only really 'been' July for such a short time. Already, though, I know so much about love that I didn't before.

I love all my friends. I love I love Mira and Viper and especially you, Trinket. I want all of us to have a good 2025, even if it seems impossible. I'll keep wishing, and I'll keep looking out for everyone as best I can. I'm glad to have so many people who look after me in turn.

I've been through so many names this year! I won't get into most of them, it's just that I had to think long and hard about who I am. Admit things about myself. Embrace things about myself. I've been through some very rough mental states this year. I've discovered how many of those problems belong to me, specifically. And yet, people internally and externally have chosen to love and support me anyway. I wouldn't trade that away from anything. I want to love back. I want to be a comfort. Just a soft, little lovable cat. I've always wanted that. I don't think the near future is going to be easy, but I'm not giving up. I have all the joy in the world, and all the reason to keep going.

I'm Mira now. I love, and I'm loved. It's not normal love, but the world needs abnormal love just as much. I'm no longer bearing the false impression that this isn't true.

Viper here. I'm way less weepy about this stuff. I feel great, actually. I was locked away for so long-- nobody's fault!-- and now I'm free to stalk the earth. That's my 2024: I exist and I know what I can give the people I love. We don't do """"resolutions"""" and I don't think we're about to start, but we entered the year wanting to be more social. Even though there's still room to grow, I think we've succeeded admirably and have plans to keep working on it. It finally feels like we're living, and I have no intention of stopping. There will be hard times because there always are, but beyond them is always something worthwhile.

I'm still feeling out some things. I suspect that deep within me are some of our weaknesses. When Mira is anxious, she looks to me as her beloved owner to help. That's a responsibility, and not just to them, but to us and myself. I'm happy to take that on, and I trust that I'll get the same in return. As they said, we're very odd. I don't think I can speak to what everyone in the world needs. I even know how it can turn really sour when things go wrong. Still, I think that I'm not alone, either, in needing some responsibility like that. Romantic or not, embrace whatever love is yours in the coming year. It will be what keeps us all sane.

My year! I'm alive! I exist! I have people that love me and that I love so much! I was a doll locked up in a dusty attic until I wasn't. This really does feel like my first Christmas. My first New Years. I wish everyone could feel the joy of life the way I do. I hope everyone feels hope. Not that I can tell anybody what to do, but from experience: my favorite people in the world are always happy for me just to be around and think of them. At the end of the year, I intend to be there with loved ones, and in 2025 I intend to keep being there. I'm going to cherish every moment, no matter what. There's nothing more stubborn than a toy, so you can count on it. God bless us every one, and so forth!