June 23

Dear diary,

This would be the first time I would write down my thoughts on paper, usually I would keep them wrapped in my head, but lately I've noticed that my brain has been stockpiling most unnecessary information.

As to why, from a secondhand suggestion from one of the officers in my division, I am now keeping most future use information in this diary.

Why have I decided today of all days to be the first to write down my thoughts, would be because I am suffering. As hard as it is to admit I am in deep pain from memories of my past.

How I wish I could go back to those times when I would secretly sneak peeks at my beloved feline-like beauty while she sat in what I considered her throne as well as commanding headquarters.

My heart skipped a beat whenever I imagined myself wrapped around those long legs of hers as my head lay on those big luscious breasts... anyway, my depression and seething anger of abandonment have always been thrown at that good-for-nothing lieutenant, who, if I have not mentioned, is completely useless in every freaking way possible.

All the man does is flaunt around the size of his pocket, but really what he shows is the size of his gut. How I wish to take that damn bag of chips he always caries eating like (what he is) a pig and shove it so far up his rear it would come out his mouth. Which I of course proceeded to tell him in a hushed one today after training, while he lazed around stuffing his face.

But of course no one is to know of those vicious threats I throw at him, he knows I would shunko his ass to Hueco Mundo or hell, whichever is more befitting.

I've spent about 10 days in the training halls without rest for I am in no mood to deal with whatever happens with the ridiculous short girl adopted into the Kuchiki family, probably deserves it. The whore gets more fan service than me, a captain much stronger and beautiful than her, not a single confession from a anyone other than the masochistic freaks in the soul society.

Not that I care, my heart belongs only to the wretched witch who stole my heart and abandoned me in this shit-hole.

Since I have completely forgotten the original purpose of me writing this I'll stop and write once again when I have something to get off my chest, which will probably be tomorrow, or later tonight after I finish looking at my collection of secretly taken pictures of that woman.

Sincerely,

S-F


Hey guys I've been wanting to write something like this for a while but I always put it off. I am going to write a series of these as in with other characters but it obviously wont be the same, originally I wanted to do a guess who I am kind of thing (still thinking of doing so) based on letters he/she wrote but things didn't exactly go as planned...

I will say though I hope you enjoy this as well as the future ones and this may be OOC since you know I don't know how to portrait such an unfamiliar character that well.

PS: I made up the days I have no idea when the events in the actual story take place and I wont look it up either (I fail as a writer)

Even though review if you have any comments/suggestions