Hey~ This actually took less than a month to update! Yay! :D
Sorry if everything's all jumbled up and doesn't make much sense. Ed's just writing his thoughts down, and trains of thoughts don't tend to always make complete sense. (Yeah, that's my excuse. xD) Plus I'm writing this late at night after sleep deprivation and too much sugar.
And sorry it's so short xD;;
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Day Two
May fucking 13 1912
I'm writing this on the train, so that's probably why you can't read my handwriting. I'm on the train 'cause of stupid fucking Mustang and his stupid fucking missions. I mean, seriously, he already knows the state of the oil tanks in Drachma so why is he sending me up there to investigate them? Especially at gone fucking midnight. He's so stupid. Stupid, stupid bastard who
Sorry, the cart with the food just came by and I had an argument with the girl pushing it because she wouldn't let me buy the whole trolley. I told her it wasn't my fault I was hungry because Al didn't let me eat anything this evening because I refused to write in my diary, but she just gave me a weird look and walked away. Then I chased her, and Al hit me for hitting a girl. And now everyone on the train hates me because I was making too much noise. It wasn't my fault. Oh, and it's about two in the morning now. I'm really tired but I can't get to sleep because I haven't had anything to eat for hours. It still feels like May 12, but I guess it's May 13 now because it's gone midnight.
There's this old couple in front of us who obviously don't know what sleep means 'cause they've been going on and on and fucking on about Friday 13 ever since we boarded the train. Superstition's stupid anyway. If they're gonna keep me awake with their stupid rambling, can't they at least talk about something interesting?
I think I'm going to die of boredom. I'm so bored I actually have nothing to do except write in this stupid diary. I played fifty-seven games of poker with Al (and won all of them), but then he accused me of cheating and so he won't play with me anymore. And all I can see out of the window is snow. I think we're nearly there - I mean, we must be because we've been on this train for hours. Since one, actually. And it's nine in the morning now, and I've still only got half an hour's sleep. But I don't feel that tired, because the girl pushing the food cart came by again and let me buy some coffee. It tasted like shit.