I am only a diary.
For decades, i have been the boon and bane of men, i have been
honoured and reviled, from Anne Frank's diary to the diary of Adolf
Hitler. I have listened to cheerful tiding for centuries, i have in
horror read the twisted minds of psychotic perwerts, the ramblings
and moaning of clingy depressed people.
My heart is numb, my head is full, and myself is crushed
