Dear Diary… (Part Three)

Dear Diary,

Well, I can’t take it anymore. That little bastard in green ruined me. I’ve been obsessing. I lost my job, because of it. Lucinda dumped me, because I lost my job. My life is a freaking joke.

On a brighter note, I got a great deal on a length of rope from the local hardware store. Should hang from the eaves of my ceiling real nice. And the noose will be one of quality, of course. Nothing but the best…

Whelp, it’s been fun diary. But, I gotta go. I’ve got important things to do.

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