13 August 1886,
Dear diary,
I still remember that day, December 18 1884. It was the happiest day of my life.
But now it has become a nightmare. It comes to me every night. It haunts me, it chases after me and I just can not run away from it anymore.
It is the bitter truth of life.
People whom you love, people who seem to love you, care for you just go away .....forever and there is nothing you can do about it.
I have been left to live darkness...alone...forever.
