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[b][color=FFB6C1]December 30th – Frontline Trench[/color][/b][/center][hr]

Diana had a hard time in this war, but there were some bright spots here and there, but she finally wrote her thoughts on paper. She was the only recourse in her mind to do that with all the problems getting some sleep in the frontline dugout. These personal thoughts of all the trauma Diana felt in these five months in this blasted war have made her skeptical about everything. She could barely write a single paragraph of all the feelings shaped in a small bow with the date of the month above. It wasn’t an entire thought, but that’s all she could handle at this moment because of all the troubled thoughts in her head. [color=FFB6C1][i]’ I should probably stop writing my diary. I am barely getting anywhere. Why did my mother send me this in the last package I received?’ [/i][/color] Diana thought with a frustratingly look on her face. 
 
 Diana sighs know her mother cares for her greatly, but she’s grown up much more than she had in the months before joining the war. She closes her diary and puts it in her pocket on her uniform and looks around, and notices the dugout was clear. It made her shake her head and sigh regretfully, not realizing that everyone was out of there, but the distraction of trying to sleep in the dugout wasn’t helping. She gets up from her bed since she was trying to write in her diary and stretches a bit. A singular thought was about she looks for some of her platoon mates that are the opposite of jerks, which Corporal Jean is. Some people in this platoon keep her going, like Jean, Lucia, Victoria, and others at Amone. 
 
 It takes her a bit of time to get out of the dugout and search for Jean since he was a ball of depression, but she has gotten a bit worse lately. She is only talking to people that are in her circle of soldiers rather than others sometimes. She walks from the dugout and goes into the trench, and she tries to wave to other soldiers in the trench. The Frontline Trench is big, but she still has a beautiful smile otherwise. She enjoys her walk since she probably needs that more than anything right now. It shows, she tries to put what happened to her previously behind her, but no one can forget that awful shit that happened at Amone. All the death and destruction caused by the Federation to get the upper hand on the Imperials, that battle cost many lives. It costs Diana her innocence and naivety since it was indeed hell in Europa. One of the reasons she tries to use alcohol to feel slightly better from all the awful sights she has seen through her five months of fighting.
 
 Diana took notice of two familiar faces in her platoon talking to each other, Lucia and Jean. She arrives a bit after they finished talking among themselves felt a bit like she walked a while to reach them. Diana decides to announce her presence to them by waving towards Jean and Lucia with enthusiasm but hiding all the hurt within her heart. It shows she’s much more comfortable around people she knows and likes rather than people Diana doesn’t know because she has become slightly more skeptical over the months in war. [color=FFB6C1]” Hey, Lucia and Jean! How are you two doing?” [/color] Diana questioned with that definite brightness to her speech patterns again with a northern Edinburghian accent. She did want to know what they were talking about, but it’s better not to pry like she usually does because everyone needs their space. 
 
 As day Diana was trying to do her usual thing of hiding what she is feeling, her body language gave away her feeling. She felt awful about everything she had to do to keep alive in this war, all because that’s what it is. It is one thing to forget about what you’re parents have accomplished, and Diana will stay true to the values of being friends with Darscens. She doesn’t see a point in celebrating her birthday nor New Years’ because being in war numbed her celebration-type cheeriness. A specific look on her face was the indifference of all that happened previously, and she didn’t want to celebrate her birthday. [color=FFB6C1]” Um, what are you two going to do today? Can I join, please?” [/color] Diana questioned curiously with a slight smile on her face. She had been bored in the frontline trench after all, and her creative juices weren’t working at all.

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