Dark and dead and miserable.Those were my new favorite words, the story of my life.I'm Ireland,and I'm dark…and dead…and MISERABLE.

Oh sure,I'm rich. And sure,I'm least,that's what they thought. But in reality,I was as far from spoiled as I was from world all because of stupid Sweden and stupid Denmark and stupid Norway and stupid Finland and even little Iceland.

But mostly it was Sweden.

Because Sweden was the one who broke my bones,stole my money,and made me work.

After all,who else profited off my pain?

No one.

This is my suicide note,and these are all points ya need to think prove me right, here's a song:

If you knew how much your words have hurt me,

If you knew how much you've made me cry,

If you knew just how much pain you've caused me,

You would feel like you want to die…

.

If you knew just how much I have been through,

If you knew just how many tears I've shed,

If you knew just what my life has been like,

You'd want to join me in the Land of the Dead…

.

Good bye and good riddance!

*Irelande~!*