Dear journal,
I sound like some cheesy school girl. DEAR DIARY,
TODAY, MY CRUSH TOUCHED MY HAND. WOW. WE'RE GETTING SERIOUS.
What absolute crap. I understand if Julia does it, because she's the definition of cheesy. But seriously. Also, what the hell's an AU? Our new Admin said we'd be doing some of those later.
Julia's down in the kitchen. I think she's baking. Seriously, she's so dumb. She can't cook. It's not healthy to eat what she makes either. Ghost pepper cookies?! Sparkle cake?! I'm so lucky I haven't died yet.
If her cooking doesn't kill me, those toxic flowers she loves surely will. She has potted plants full of these blood red roses that give off an odd smell. I have developed an immunity to the toxins so they can't kill me. She's fully aware the flowers could kill those who haven't developed an immunity like Julia and I have.
Julia is so positive yet dark. She's so...... 2p.
-2p!Nyo!Hungary
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