Dear Diary,
Whoever claimed real men don't cry is a fucking liar. Because I'm the manliest man in existence, and I am sobbing my EYES out.
Junior... My bro, my baby... He's gone. No, he isn't dead (I don't think), but he's GONE. Some jackass left the door open... Whenever he sees the door open, he's used to me going out it with him, so he must've went outside and then started looking to see why I wasn't there too, and he never came back...
I looked everywhere. I put up posters. I called him. I asked the neighbors (the ones that don't lock their windows at the sight of me) if they saw him. NOTHING. The best thing that has ever happened to me is gone...
I know it wasn't me that left the door open. I never get up that early. Maybe it was Finny, trying to be helpful by letting him outside to do his morning business. Maybe it was Sealand being stupid. Maybe it was Sweden, getting revenge on when I kissed him back in high school. Maybe it was Iceland, because he hates me.
….Maybe it was Norway. Oh, I pray to God it wasn't Norway. Because that would mean I'm constantly attracted to the heartless douche that let my one source of true happiness run away...
Then again, that sounds about right.
Dear Diary,
...Well now I feel terrible. Really horrible. Which in unnatural for me, right? Okay, I was getting really annoyed with MJ, so I let him outside so I wouldn't have to hear him whine. I left the door open so he could come back when he wanted or whatever, but he never did.
Why did I feel, I don't know, heartbroken when I saw Denmark actually tearing up? Usually his pain makes me overjoyed. I actually smile when he's injured. But this time...I felt bad. He was so happy with Mathias Junior, so...not himself. A different happy. Like his true side was being shown, almost.
What is wrong with me?! Am I...actually...possibly...in love with Denmark?
