Dear Fucking Diary.

Entry 002.

06/29/xx

Dear Fucking Diary,

Today is that assrat Pikachu's birthday. He held a birthday party at his dirty ass place and invited me. Why the fuck would he invite me if he knew I would rather get fucked by a walrus than go there? Ugh, what an idiot.

Hair For Brains made me come... like always. Ugh, that shit-haired cunt always manages to make me go wherever the fuck he wants me to go. He's not like the others, so I tolerate him, but it's fucking hell when he can easily drag me around and shit. What an asshole.

So anyway, at Dunce Face's lame ass fuckin' party, I decided to not communicate with any of the extras of course. Fuck them. Nothing fun happened and Dunce Face's games were shitty. I was forced to play Truth or Dare, and I don't fuckin' regret it. I dared Deku to delete all his All Might pictures and made him swallow a shit ton of mustard alone. No one dared me anything that could embarrass me because I'm the fucking king— no- LORD.

If anyone messes with me, their limbs will be blasted off by me and they will DIE.

And that's it.

Best and most badass hero, ᏦᎯᏆЅUᏦℐ.