Dear Diary, it has been quite awhile since I have wrote to you. I am laying down my worries, and put my faith in you to cope with this madness.
I know, no one anymore.
I am lost in this empty world.
Ionnaa, my little girl, Mother will stay strong for you.
Your Father, he was vile and you had deserved better.
I want freedom and I try to reassure myself , that one day I will earn it when I am old and withered and death has claimed me. But now, now is my time to live and I cast my troubles aside.
I bid you good day, my leathery friend we will speak again.
