Dear Diary,
It is still raining. And it is very lonely, because nobody visits me anymore. Nobody.
Nobody would love a test subject like me. For over 8 years, I was used by Mr. America as a test subject for hydroelectric bombs... now most of my Islands are closed off, thanks to him.
I still love him, though. He is my big brother. Even if he wounded me terribly, and had destroyed a portion of my Islands.
Well... at least every scar on my body has healed. Except the one on my left cheek. That part of my face was blown off, but it is a permanent scar that I hide beneath my favourite bandage. I have not taken it off ever since.
I do not want to scare anyone. I remember when I was called a "half-faced freak" by some citizens of Micronesia. I am sorry I did not have total control over what had happened.
Ah... I am rambling. I am sorry, Diary.
Good day!
~ Bejun Kabui
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Marshall Islands's Diary
Fanfiction❝This is the diary of Bejun Kabui. He probably doesn't want you reading it unless you're not going to post it on the Internet... whoops I just did.❞
