The only thing left of him was his diary. That stupid diary he had made him write. The thing felt pointless now. How was it meant to help him, if he wasn't even here anymore? Dream knew he only wrote in it to keep him happy. To make him worry less. It felt so important at the time. How could he not worry about him? How could he not worry when Dream would find him confused about where he was, saying the last thing he remembered being something that happened days ago? The diary was meant to help. Help him keep track of things. It was useless now. Just holding the thing made him feel bitter and disgusted. What was the point? What use was a diary to a dead person? [ONE SHOT] [COVER: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/778700591844095511/]