After two days of minimal thoughts, they came back.
It's like they took a small vacation somewhere.
Then again, that's a shitty thought.
But now I have too many thoughts, screaming, scratching in my mind, begging to be written onto this sheet of paper, Mikita.
But of course, I'm not going to let them have that.
I'm going to keep them locked up in the deepest depths to prevent them from escaping, and accidentally murdering the countries.
I do not want that to happen...
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Belarus' Journal
Fiksi PenggemarThis is a journal. It is about well... Me, and I'll just be writing my thoughts down about life and other stuff. Maybe I'll even say what I did today as well.
