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.