Dear Diary:
We went to Ikea this morning ajdkajdjavajshdksgsj
I bought a bunch of stuff for my room like a bEd and other stuff that go in rooms... like lamps and stuff... A LOT OF STUFF
Oh, also, a girl tried to flirt with me, but I think my awkwardness drove her away
Don't know how to feel about that
It must of been because on the outside I look super serious, mature and maybe really hot (I'm not so sure about that last part anymore, though)
But on the inside, I'm this horrible gushy trash monster that just wants to watch TV, with a bowl of licorice, some ice cream and lemonade and do weird shit and maybe have friends because I don't have the balls to talk to new people. Like, if you melted all the crayons in the world and mixed them together with trash, that would be me
Something must of revealed that "on the inside" part and she was all like "oh heeeell no" and she escaped the burning hell of sin before her eyes...
Anyway-
My room looks so fucking badass I'm dYING I LITERALLY SCREAMED AFTER DECORATING EVERYTHING
I'M STILL FLOPPING AROUND THE FLOOR SCREAMINGGGGGGG
shit I left the door unlocked
d e n m a r k s a w e v e r y t h i n g
and he's probably gonna tell everyone...
He must be terminated
-4 Minutes Later-
I hit him with a pear! :D MISSION ACCOMPLISHED, WE HAVE SHUSHED THE TATTLETALE!! VICTORY SCREECH
I am so exhausted of not doing anything
By the way, the sleepover is gonna be on Wednesday because ayyy what better day than good 'ol Wednesday hahahahaha
.... shit
-Iceland
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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...
