Dear Diary,

I feel an uneasiness in my heart… a sadness if you will. I try not to let it bug me, but I feel it looms over me. I am not wanting think about it, but it is everywhere I go, as it is inevitable.

I do not want this… but it has to be done.

I do not like this… but liking it makes no difference.

The days are short, and the time ticking down.

I don’t want to go…

-Psy