Monday, 1st ?
Dear Diary,
I have no idea what day it is today, so honestly I'm just going to put it as Monday 1st. That rat Monokuma won't even tell me the day, month or year. But to keep my mind calm I guess writing a diary is the best thing to do for now, still Jill hasn't come out which is always a good thing. But at the same time, I'm already feeling the weight of this place.
The death, the drama. A brown haired boy already got knocked out by some steroid ape… All I can feel is fear. I feel like anyone could stab me in the back at any moment, but at the same time… It's increasing my lust. My stupid brain.
As a romance novelist, I use a lot of my own fantasies in my writing, which usually isn't so bad since I'm often alone and all. But being trapped in a place, surrounded by people, it's making it hard to focus on things.
I feel like such garbage, my brain is melting into my head and my body feels all sweaty, making my stink echo around my room, I'm too terrified to even take a shower, the idea of someone finding my dead corpse laying nude in the shower, that disgusting bitch Kyoko running her hands up my body for clues like some kind of female perv.
Today I've been feeling nothing but sickness and worry. I've been writing so many books in my life, so many romantic novels… This place. It's making me realise my natural perverted nature, I keep watching the people around me, staring at that Swimmer Whore's large breasts and ass, analysing the body of Byakuya Togami as I can see the tight bulge of his pants. It's making me… Feel hot.
I'm panicking right now. But maybe if I try and chill out, tomorrow will be better… I don't know, this isn't helping me as much as I thought it would… Maybe this was a bad idea to start writing in you at all.
Whatever! I don't care.
*The rest of the page is just filled with random little scribbles as it seemed like Toko wanted to write more, but just scribbled it out before leaving it entirely*