dear diary: i don't like this. i'm just saying "if god has a rifle and shoots people at random, maybe that is no place for us." dear diary, i'm into vengeance. god is just a statistic.
dear diary: i don't mind spouting nonsense but i don't like wasting time. do you think i'm pretty? do you think i'm smart do you think i'm foolish do you think i'm boring thoughtful transparent can i be enigmatic someday do you sense something glorious or tragic , important: someday i thought i was going to be special but we all taught me a lesson and i got to be humble and that taught me a lesson and i got to be cynical and that taught me a lesson and i got to be the auto-pilot and that taught me a lesson and i ought to be thriving with wisdom but i couldnt be bothered.
dear diary: if i talk and it means anything, someday, will you be there to help someone remember, if theycare at all? dear diary: i'm not good at remembering.