Dear Diary,

Today was worse than any other day I've had to endure. And I do promise you, it's been a lot of days. My own "friends" as I would call them seem to have no tolerance for being with me. Not even my brothers, Estonia, Lithuania, and Latvia like being around me. I'm fairly sure that only Ukraine likes being around me. Belarus  doesn't seem to mind either, but she scares the living life out of me.

Not only does my family hate me, but the other countries seem to as well. They all run, or sweat when I'm around, it makes none of the sense. I don't understand what I've done wrong. Hanging onto my siblings used to be my stronghold, now even they hate me. Just because I'm tall, or intimidating, it doesn't mean that I'm a bad guy. I'm truly desperate for friends, but nobody wants to show me the same affection that I show them.

Nobody returns that affection. Ever. I think America will show it to me every now and then, but England pulls him away from me. England. That character makes my blood curdle. But I need to calm myself. Germany recommends me to beer to calm myself. I don't prefer the taste. I'm sure we have something we Russians know well, Vodka.

Dear Friend,

Russia