Dear diary,
I read over all of my previous entries last night and let me tell you; I regret most of my life. I've had a few days to think. Sweden and Finland went on some vacation to visit France, I don't know why. I asked Germany to babysit Ice and Den for awhile so I've just been by myself.
I've done a lot of weird stuff. I thought it was normal because the rest of my family does weirder things, but it isn't. It took a lot of time to accept, but late night coffee shop sprees and roomba death matches just aren't normal. Wow that hurt my heart.
I just checked the time. The end of my alone time is near. Oh by the way, I have this thing against hammocks. I don't like them because you have to like, parkour into it and then fall to get out, like a dying dove careening over the edge of the cliff and descending less than gracefully until smashing into the rocks below and- you get it. But the other thing is that you sink way into it and it's claustrophobic and suffocating and overall hammocks are a bad experience.
Well I was at Cabellas for no real reason and there was this hammock. You know those commercial displays with the fancy stand for the product and the lights and the soft heaven music playing in the background? That was what was going on for this hammock.
Against my better judgement I got in it and I loved it and I bought it immediately. It's in my yard now. Obviously the hammock must be used, so I had this idea: what if I take a bunch of books and lay in it and read and maybe I'll write a journal entry because it's been awhile. Long story shortened, I got stuck in the hammock. No one will be home for another two hours. This thing is becoming increasingly more confining. Send help-
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Self-Proclaimed Everything
RandomIceland here, Norway has been annoying me all day with this oniichan stuff, so I found his diary. Here it is! (Norway's Diary, but better) ((This is essentially a fanfic in diary form))
