Another Cog in the Murder Machine

Dear journal,
Wait, that sounds fucking stupid. This isn't meant for only the page to keep, this will be a written record of my life changing.

Dear diary,
No.

Dear you,
I think that works well enough.

Today was the day my life ended. Not literally, obviously, I am holding a quill to paper right now spilling black ink across the page but it may as well be my blood.

~~~

Or entries of a journal to a mysterious 'you' kept of Wilbur's thoughts prior to blowing up L'Manburg.