Scrawled in a loose hand on the pages of a maimed and singed oilcloth-wrapped journal. It's cover and page margins are scrawled over with doodles of kittens. Some of these are, unfortunately, pink.

Dear Diary,

I think I did a bad thing. But I'm not sure.

Everyone else thinks it was a good thing, so why do I feel so rotten about it?

Dammit.