November 2, 1984

  On a Friday

  At first, I'm not a fan of journaling or writing diaries, but it seems that I’m going to start this twisted diary that is going to ruin my life!! … I mean, it’s already starting to end; I am truly breaking down.

  I’ve started to think, "I didn’t do this, officer!" But it seems that it won’t work, because it was I who did it with these two hands. This is what it means to be scum in this society (it seems this is my foolish perspective on being scum… perhaps). I wish things were easier for someone like me; why is life so harsh for someone who just wants peace and harmony in their life?

  This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

  It’s frustrating because things have slipped away from my grasp and I couldn’t control them. I feel sadness, humiliation, and disgrace. How did things take this turn? It was an ordinary day; why, oh God, why? … A wave of panic and exhaustion washes over me… and fear too!!

  I’ve fallen into a trap with no way out, for sure… I want to disappear and leave; I want to be free of this weariness!!