Dear diary.
I feel content in the knowing that you will be the only one.
I feel remorseful for not having made a better choice.
I feel sad and depressed at the thought of this, however it my seemed from the outside.
I have always wondered and pondered about the tangent universe; now perhaps, is the most appropriate time of all.
Dear self,
You have known it all along..
You have known it all along...
You have known it all along...
........that it will always end like this.
People have been apologizing themselves over and over to you.
But,
Have you?
Dear universe,
I know not, which one of you I'm speaking to.
I have always wondered about that.
I still don't think that there'd be any difference however.
Dear self,
As you sit in this bathtub, you are the one and the same entity as NATO.
You know what it means, and you fucking know that it's the fucking truth.
Dearest of all;
The unmentionables.
You've followed me around all my life.
Sometimes haunting, sometimes cheering.
But you were, and always will be by my side.
How forlorn, yet endearing.
Dearest all,
Borrowing B.Baggins' words - it's been a pleasure knowing all of you, and I bid you
farewell...
