Dear Journal
I hate myself so much.
Today I hit Iceland.
How could I do that?
Iceland had just come back from Hong Kong's house and he was smiling. I just snapped. How could he smile when I was worried sick!? How could he smile when his crush loved him back. I raised my hand and smacked him hard on his cheek. He just stared. I just stared back at him, my hand then at the red handprint on his face.
Then I couldn't fucking take it anymore. I ran upstairs, slammed my door and locked it. Slowly I slid down the door, rested my face on my arms and started crying. Let's just say that I grabbed a knife and did something.
And now my hand is bleeding like mad and I'm still crying. Emotions always fuck me up. My useless fucking self always fucks me up. I need to go find a bandage for my arm.
Shit. Denmark's knocking. And need to clean this up. Fuck.
I'm going to buy a lock for this book
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Norway's Dia- I mean Journal
FanfictionThis is Norways Diary. It contains some SuFin, HongIce and of course DenNor! My OC will also be in this. If you want your OC in this all you need to do is write below in the comments the name, age and description and I will gladly put them in! *Warn...
