Dear Journal,
America forgot who I was again, even though I'm his brother.
England called me America, so Cuba beat me up. I was finally able to tell them that I'm Canada, so then they left me alone...
...All alone...
...by myself...
So I sat at the empty conference table, because there was nothing else to do. Then, Russia came in and sat on me, even though there were dozens of empty chairs. About an hour later, he left, so I went home.
And found out I've run out of maple syrup.