26th of May, 2011
Dear Diary...
Today marks the first time I've decided to record my feelings instead of just keeping my mouth shut like a man, or giving my butler and servants uneccesarry work in pure spite of the world.
That, and Sebastian says I bitch about things a lot.
I'm still unsirdg nubyts mnuy yhi hihsg...
Sorry, my fingers must've slipped. These newfangled laptop computers are difficult to operate, and I've recently caught a cold. I'll have Sebastian clean up the snot which has sprayed over the stupid laptop he made me buy so he wouldn't have to deal with my complaining...
...Self-centered prick.
I've already grown tired of this; I am a 13 year old shota with a giant-ass toy company to run. Do you think I really care who grows tired of hearing my bitching? Have you ever had to deal with, like, 45 different people hammering the hotlines to complain about "faulty products" all at the same time?
No, I doubt you have.
Signed, Master Ciel Phantomhive