Le Randomness In A Bottle

Voices

I hear voices in my head.

Not one voice. 

Many.

There's England, the men with to many kids.

There's 'Murica, the idiot.

There's France, who is extremly misunderstood.

There's Germany, who is strict.

There's the Netherland's, who is usually dormant.

There is also Belgium, who is the waffle addict.

There's always Ireland, the prankster.

Also, Scotland. But for some reason, he's dormant when golfing.

There is little ol' Wales, the mentally ill child.

Then there's Croatia, who is the baltic state and extremly shy.

Native America is there as well, and extremly determined.

And then there's Prussia.

And then there's Prussia.

And then there's Prussia.

He's the KING OF AWESOMENESS! KESESESESE~.

All of these in my brain. This nothing compared to my best friend.

She has over thirty people in there.

I pity her so.