The handwriting is nicer than last times, but the page was still covered into tears

Dear diary,

I went to visit america today. I cant believe it's been a whole year.... I hoped he'd be better than he was last time I saw him.... He was in paid aid wouldn't leave his room. He'd stare out his window and barely touch the food he had. Honestly without him eating it was like the famon in the world has stopped.

Anywho, when I saw him- he was worse. Worse than anyone could ever imagine. He could barely move, he stayed in the darkness and he was in a wheelchair. He was in so much physical and emotional pain... I couldn't look at him like that! But was strange was.... He wouldn't stop smiling. He would keep rambling about nonsence no one cared of, he still was loud mouth and obnoxious, and he still thought that this Tony thing existed.

Pfft. Gilbird and I know it's absurd to speak with things outside of your species. We're awesome

Anyway, it was strange to me. He still smiled and acted like it wasn't the best day of his life-

Youd see him and he'd be smiling brightly and just being straight up American.

I find it amazing, even after the whole 'incident' you couldn't crash down his spirits. It's like when hate breaks him physically the love repairs him emotionally

Maybe my people should have done that before me getting.....

Nevermind

- a thinking gilbert