Dear journal,
Writing that still disgusts me. Whatever. Julia asked for a hug, I said no, as usual. But I had my journal out and I didn't want her to think I was writing a diary like she does. She's finished baking her 'raisin cupcakes'. What even is that?!
She's gone off to water all her flowers. How annoying. She's so.... Girly. Reminds me of my 1p, Girly-boy. I doubt he's a real man. He barely has muscles and he wears such terribly girly clothes.
-2p!Nyo!Hungary
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Darryl's Journal
Fanfic" Ugh. What a waste of my time. Why do I have to do this again?"
