Iceland's Diary: It Began In Summer

Saturday, May 6

Dear Diary:

When I was a young boy, I didn't have a father to take me to the city-

There weren't cities to be taken to either

Anyways, when I was small, I remember wanting friends desperately, like I didn't care who, I just wanted a friend

I was really lonely and would often feel bad...

That's why my first friend was a bird

It's actually really sad if you think about it

But it's actually sadder if you realize that I'm still friends with said bird

LIKE

BOI

Also why in the name of what's holy and glory do I even write in this?

Does it help me be a better person? No

Does it help me get friends? Nope

I can remember things that happened in my life, thank you very much. Also re-reading this the other day was cringey as hell basically torture

I really really hope nobody ever reads this because that would be the end of me.....

I need to stop wasting paper like this

Also I sorta counted the pages left on here. We're good, there's 53 or something left

Meaning more wacky adventures with yer boi iceswagg

.....

I can hear the cringe police knocking at my door

Shit

Oh, also- There's a world meeting in my country next month

HAHAHAHAHAHA NOPE I'M NOT FUCKING GOING SHIT NOPE I'M SKIPPING

GONNA GO FLIGHT A KITE OR SOMETHING BUT I'M NOT GOING TO THEIR POOPY REUNION

Why? Because socializing with people is not amusing

That and my country really isn't that interesting compared to the other big ones...

Who am I kidding, my country is awesome. They can fuck themselves

Bow down to me, peasants

Muahahaha

Wow, the coffee's kicking in

Welp, gonna go jump off another cliff or something

Peace bruh

-iiccceee

I will give you three goat if you shoot me