THE TRUTH.

She feels abandoned. I feel abandoned.

Seychelles* and Belarus*... poof. They're gone. I don't even know how to feel... Wait, I do. I feel like shit. And after months, I haven't said a thing. Well, hello there, new life. New people. Now I have Austria* and Prussia*.

I still miss Seychelles and Belarus, though. i mean... ugh. WHAT THE HELL WENT WRONG?

A) Austria feels abandoned, I won't leave her.
B) Everyday, Austria, Prussia and I, we chat, thing is-- I cannot relate to them. It's like... ugh. I love them both but they have their own little world together. I can't just waltz in there as though I've been part of it all along
C) England* is loved. I LOVE ENGLAND*. HAHAHAHAHA. BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT.
D) Italy*, Y U NO CALL? Y U NO TEXT? Y U NO TALK TO ME? You're just leaving me like I'm... trash.

Alright. Bye. I'm over it.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND + New song (unfinished)

I honestly just want to insert a keyboard smash here. No, seriously.
I've been laughing and crying all day with two people close to my heart. Me ol' jam tart.
The one that's breaking. Yes. My heart is breaking. I kid you not. Anyway, new song, so, uh... yeah. Made this long ago... never bothered to finish it.

You, and your stupid moronic ways
Hey, what kind of a friend betrays?
Don't think that you're invincible when you're not
I'm not either, but, darling, take your shot

I don't need, I don't need, I don't need another b*tch
In my life, in my life, or another f*gly witch
You can go, you can go to hell-oh, pick up the phone

I know it's mean. Shoot me.