Dear paper,

Luckily Zetsu said he wasn't going to devour me whole.

But the fuckin' problem is that he said I tasted like CRAP.

Do I taste bad?

Should I ask Kakuzu?

Fuck no, I taste the best, I taste like smarties.

Oh here comes kakuzu!

I fucking called out to him, and he spared me a side glance, WHAT THE FUCK BITCH?

I yelled for him again...

WHAT THE HELL?!

He grabbed me, with his stupid thread shit.

HE WONT LET ME GO.

Oh he's stitching me up.

OW FUCK, OW

Luckily my arm was still in tact so I could write, fucking bullshit.

Wait where is Kakuzu going?

Why does he have MY FUCKING LEG?

I-

-A in pieces follower, Hidan.