Dear stupid journal diary thing...
I don't get why after two weeks I even came back to writing in this thing... I guess I should just re-cap what the crap happened between that time and today; Spain was being a tomato bastard as always, My brother was being an idiot like always, I tried to kill those two potato bastards one day and that pedophile France messed it up, Russia was being a creepy bastard like he always is, Scone bastard is trying to hit on the principessa and her not even knowing, American bastard was being a pig and threw a party today. So I'm writing in this after the party.
The party itself was not half bad. It got those idiots off my back for a while. Pretty much everyone was drunk, though I managed to stay sober. Romania and Transylvania were sober though it's not surprising. Romania made sure no one got near his sister without his permission. Though she looked bored. I wished Romania trusted me as much as he did those two potato bastards. Maybe then I would try to get closer to her. I'm pretty sure with her beautiful face and wonderful personality Germany, of all people will get her. I know I stand no chance, Romania would blow my head off if I tried.
Though I got my chance when a drunk American bastard made all of us play seven minutes in heaven. Sadly lady luck isn't on my side today she let her in with that potato bastard's brother. To make it worse we caught them french kissing, Prussia topless. It's obvious she wasn't going to stop him. Romania did shoot Prussia for nearly fucking her, at least I enjoyed that part. I left early anyways, I didn't want to see her with an ass hole like him.
When I got home I watched some show Italy wanted me to watch, it was about some girl that hunted devils and I should say it should be rated M and it's a damn cartoon probably one Japan gave my brother! I mean the main girl and one guy were about to do it. I stopped the video right there because of my mind set at the moment. Stupid Prussia! He's a damn bastard! After I give this back to Japan he is going to get a shit storm coming right at him!
Now I'm in my room and that tomato bastard is telling me to not be depressed behind that locked door. I'm NOT FUCKING DEPRESSED! I'm just pissed off! That tomato bastard isn't helping with calming me down! All I want to know is why she would choose a potato bastard over me! I'll find out tomorrow until then Spain and anyone who makes this mood worse is guaranteed to have the italian mafia after them!