Roommate
Dear Diary,
Today was… hard. To be honest, everyday is hard, but today went ahead and surprised me, which is really rare, like, really really rare. You know very well how bland my reaction to the swarm of two-meters-long wasps was.
After today, I do wish the issue would be as simple as a swarm of little alien insects, but I got a worse pest instead.
[Hey!]
I could go on rambling and rambling about how used to unknown and otherworldly issues I am, but I would be, well, rambling, and you don’t like rambling do you?
[Helyo, this is literally your diary.]
You have the right to ramble to your own diary, it’s yours.
“Then why are you writing in it? Go away, shoo.”
[Don’t be like that-]
“Let me fuck move my own hand, you damn thing!”
As I was saying, diary, at the moment I seem to be infected with a mind controlling parasite, I will explain more after having breakfast. See ya.
With love, Helyo.
[PS: Hello, Helyo’s diary! We’ll talk a lot in the future]
“Leave my diary the fuck alone!”
[It’s our diary now.]
“It fuck isn’t.”