Dear diary
Today is Wednesday. For the last, I don't know how many,
years I have been feeling as solitary as a monster so I
decided to share my life with you. Maybe I wont be this
lonely anymore. It did not happen at once.. I suppose my
whole life had led my to this point ....
The cold wind is blowing, the snow is falling, the sun is
rising and my solitude is increasing. I feel as if the walls
around me are turning against me. They are growing closer
and closer to me. With each passing day I have less air to
inhale. It's also essential to say that the air I exhale
hangs above me as a dark evil cloud. The air is heavy the
loneliness is huge and I stand petite in front of it all.
My real name is Arthur although I am far more acknowledged
by the name Death. As the minutes turn to hours while the
hours become days and as those turn into vicious cold heart
icing years the house remains the same but I... but I....
Gossip, gossip revolves my being, my past, my present, my
future, my soul, my body, my actions, my mind, my arteries
and my veins...

Adversatively of what Earth folks think I am not insane I am
very much aware of THE HUMAN reality ...

No one had ever cared or even speared a single second to
ponder about my feelings maybe those kids are different
maybe not .. hell knows Stan thinks I know he lives...