Dear Diary,

[xxxcutterxxx]

Death is always upon us. With every new friend I make I am also making a death sentence to that friendship. What is the point of putting your heart out there if it is only later to be smashed upon by false dreams and promises? The seven oceans flow with my pain. Do they? They do. If I could only expound my feelings to you, then you would understand the misery that is I. I always put myself into these dreadfully painful, yet orgasmic situations. Anyways, I would not want you to think I am unhappy or anything so I suppose I shall go, for now...

Sincerely,
XxXCutterXxX