DEAR FUCKING DIARY,
I TALKED TO THE HUMAN JOHN AGAIN. ITS AMAZING HOW FUCKING CLUELESS THE HUMAN SPICES IS, I SPENT SO LONG LOOKING FOR A KISMESIS AND NOW HE HAS NO IDEA! WHY AM I CAUGHT IN FALLING FOR A FUCKING HUMAN, FROM WHAT I CAN TELL THE HUMAN SPICES DOESN'T EVEN HAVE KISMESISSITUDE! THEY DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT WAS UNTILL THEY MET US TROLLS! FUCK, I AM GOING TO DIE ALONE. AT LEAST JOHN KNOWS SOME WHAT HOW I FEEL.
THERES ANOTHER DAY I FUCKED UP
KARKAT
The diary was now sopping with saliva. The blind girl holding it was smiling so you could see her fangs. "W41T UNT1LL VR1SK4 S33S TH1S!" She cackled.
