Dear Diary,
You're new, so I'll lay down the ground rules.
Life sucks.
People suck.
School sucks.
And because I'm a dirt skinned, coal haired, copycat chink I get dirty looks when I say any of that.
So you're my punching bag for life's failures.
Let's talk about the latest failure, shall we?
Sweet.
Amoris.
High.
A dump.
But I'm stuck with it.
And you're stuck with me.
And, 弟弟, I know you stole the old one.
Do. Not. Dare.
