Dear Diary:
Welp
This is the last page
Last page...
Guess what? I'm not doing anything interesting today
Shocking
I was supposed to have the most amazing day in my life and write it down as my last diary entry, but nope
Here I am in my room, playing Monopoly with some losers
Ribbon loser, panda loser and eyebrows loser (literally)
... I really hate Monopoly by the way...
...
I think I started writing on here exactly a year ago...
Fuck
Much has changed from then, but the basics are still there
I'm still Emil. Still a country. Mr. Puffin is still my pet. I still sometimes hit him with potatoes.
I still have personal problems; tons to be exact.But...
I discovered I actually do have a personality. It's just really difficult to explain.... There's a sea of different personalities inside me, you just gotta work hard and dig your way through me (Not literally) and you'll see them. But... If people can't see through my "boring as a piece of cardboard" personality, that's not my problem. I'm happy the way I am. They can fuck themselves
... That was the lesson I was supposed to learn, right? I feel like there's something missi
Mr. Puffin just broke the window by throwing rocks at it. I calmly asked him why and he said "I was shitting myself and couldn't open the window on my own"
There's now a suspicious puddle under him
Thank you, Mr. Puffin. Now we'll never be able to stay in this amazing hotel again since we'll be banned for eternity
Hng-
Can't think of shit to fill this with...
Oh-
"Winter" in Australia is definitely not the winter I was expecting. I wore about three sweaters and a heavy jacket on our first day here. Almost died. Luckily, it's not too hot nor cold. It's just the right temperature....Perfect, almost
Liechtenstein's cold for some reason. At first, I thought it was because of something that only happens to girls, but then I realized I was also cold. Hong Kong was cold too. Sealand, not so much
Sealand just pointed out that all the sudden wind is coming in through the broken window. So now we gotta get the hell up and find another room to be in. Besides, glass laying around like that on the rug is dangerous. Someone could die :0000
-About 6 Minutes Later-
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
When we stepped outside, we heard Switzerland, China and Norway talking about our flight
I really couldn't hear much... It's hard to hear when you're crouching behind a potted plant trying to not be discovered along with three other people
I heard something about "6 people only" and "No discount"
Liechtenstein, however, heard everything and for some reason screamed "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!" out loud
Mission failed...
They want to tell us something...
Fuck-
I'll be right back... I hope it's nothing important...
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
I'm not "very angry" at allI just want to jUMP INTO A VOLCANO AND DIE! I'M FUCKING PISSED SKXHAKZKAIXBAIDJ
I MIGHT OF CRUSHED MR. PUFFIN INSIDE MY SUITCASE AND STUFFED MY CLOTHES INSIDE HIS CAGE, BUT I DON'T GIVE A MOTHERFUCKING FUCK ANYMORE
YA WANNA KNOW WHY?
APPARENTLY, SWITZERLAND FUCKED UP WITH THE HEARING AND UNDERSTOOD "Discount on groups of more than six" INSTEAD OF "Discounts on groups of six"
HOW THE HELL?!?! WHERE DID HE EVEN HEAR THAT? THE FUCKING RADIO?!?!
SO THERE IS NOT A DISCOUNT ON GROUPS OF MORE THAN 6 PEOPLE, BUT OF COURSE, THEY WANT THE FUCKING DISCOUNT ANYWAY
SO GUESS WHAT
FOUR OF US ARE STAYING
WHO?
WELL... IT'S MORE THAN OBVIOUS, DO I ACTUALLY NEED TO EXPLAIN?!
Ugh
I finished packing (Not sure if what I did is even considered packing)
There's a bus waiting outside...
I hear Finland's bitch screams downstairs calling us all to hurry the hell up
Heh...
I'm not going to be able to sign my name at the end as usual. I'm in a BIG hurry
I'm so useless
Can't do a closing neither in the beginning nor the end
Well...
Even though I'm in a hurry, I'm pretty sure you're wondering where the crap I'm going, huh?
Well...you see...
They enrolled us in camp
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