For the record, I'm English, so instead of month/day/year, the date is set out day/month/year. So he isn't writing this on the first of February. He is writing it on the second of January. Just clearing that up.
Hey.
I think I know your name now. It's Sophia. It means knowledge, which is accurate because you'll know more about me than anyone once I've written all my thoughts in you. It's also half of the origin of the word "philosophy", which is also accurate because that's what I write in here.
Philo. Sophia.
Loving. Knowledge.
My mitera had a way with words. I still miss her after all these years. I still don't like thinking about her.
There's someone at the door.
•••
It was Gupta. It's been a while since we talked. He's kind of my oldest friend. Mitera was friends with his mother. So we hung out a lot. Stupid Turkish asshole did too. But I never really liked him even before what happened happened and Gupta didn't really care so it was just him and me mostly.
I made him some tea and we just kinda half-chatted, half-sat-in-silence-staring-at-each-other. Neither of us are the talkative type.
Do pigeons have feelings?
Greece
YOU ARE READING
Greece's Diary
FanfictionTheSeerOfDoom's Romano's Diary is so fucking good that I wanted to write a thing. So yeah. This. Will definitely contain GiriPan. Will definitely contain philosophical ramblings. Will probably also contain TurkEgy.
