Dear Diary,

I am so sorry I didn't write to you December 25, because I was expecting someone.

It was a waste of my time.

There was nobody there for me. Ukraine, Belarus, The Three Baltics, Finland, and America got me presents but none of them decided to stay with me, or even talk to me on Christmas. Is that really how they feel about me?

I've decided to take on other customs of giving presents, and even the Christmas Story of Baby Jesus and everything else. But they didn't even see me, or care for me. I still don't understand it. It hurts sometimes, but now I'm okay.

Becoming numb is my only option.

With much love,

Russia