Dear Diary:
Mr. Puffin is a dick
He's a fat dick and I hate him he's so mean I want him to choke on a sausage and die
He pushed me out the window and locked the windows and every goddamn door in the house so I wouldn't get back in
It was very cold outside and nobody was home so I had to sleep outside in the rain wearing only a ripped sleeveless and some very very very very short shorts (I was about to sleep, OKAY?!)
That was yesterday
And now I'm sick as balls
Can't even move or I'll sneeze 45 times + 3 coughs
I feel horrible like I just want to die ;-;
And everything's sticky and there's tissues everywhere and there's a few stuck on my face and it's just ewwww
Finland spilled soup on me again, also
This one was tomato soup. I had to lowkey lick it off the bed because we're that poor
It warmed my cold dead heart :3
So this is about everything I can write for today. I sneeze 30 times per word so
Yeah-
-Iceland (getting fucking tired of sneezing)
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Iceland's Diary: It Began In Summer
FanfictionNorway gives Iceland a diary he bought at the dollar store for no reason in particular. Iceland starts writing in it out of pity, narrating his shitty life and awkward teenage adventures with his friends and the rest of the Nordics. And that's pret...
