WHAT!
DIARIES TO JUPITER are the (sometimes bi— always queer) weekly entries of a short-tempered, slightly lazy, madly driven, space-loving lunatic.
WHEN!
New diary entry every Friday (and sometimes Sunday) -
8:00 P.M. (EDT)
WHY!
DIARIES TO JUPITER is not a self-help blog.
It’s not quite a blog either. Not really.
Or is it?
It's not a magical guideline designed to highlight human behaviors, condemn them, then sell you a 12-step course to self-love—or a book that promises you, if not the blueprint to enlightenment, at least a mildly entertaining placebo.
DIARIES TO JUPITER is a bridge.
It’s a hand held out from me to you—from you to me.
It’s a cosmic coven with a single tenet: authenticity.
It’s a big shout in the digital void for someone to hear, whether you are lost amid the sea of time or willingly wandering between wormholes and in need of company.
Those are dark times we’re living in, but the good thing is that we don’t have to face them alone.
So put on your helmet, stop biting your nails, and glitter your boots.
Jupiter is near.
Are you coming?
WHO!
Justine Jude is bored.
Not just bored—tired. Tired of waiting for her life to begin, for her life to have meaning beside the daily routine she’s trapped in.
She’s been through all the side quests. She’s maxed out her competence tree, explored the entire area of her map, starred in many good cutscenes, unlocked some really cool gear, suffered hair damage… And yet, she’s still stuck in the abyss of tutorial mode.
Justine Jude —she/her/me—is done waiting.
She’s here. She’s ready. She’s thirsty but she’s doesn’t want to drink too much because then she’ll have to pee every half an hour.
She’s about to capitalise on her potential and exorcise her fears.
And look stellar while doing it.
