Dearest Diary,
Tis time that I drinketh from the vile of liquid slumber. But should I very much drinketh? Or wilt mine past disappear and the life ahead of me as well? If't be true I doth drinketh this, wilt I see the light of day again, or wilt I rest peacefully in the vault of death? But if't be true, I doth kicketh the bucket, wilt t bury the parents strife? I shalt drinketh now.
