Dear Diary,

Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up

The dog won't stop barking and I think my TV is bust

Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane

And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day

The sky is falling

It's fucking boring

I'm going braindead

Isolated

God is a shit head

And we're his rejects

Traumatised for breakfast, I can't stomach anymore

Survival Horror

Dear diary, I feel itchy, like there's bugs under my skin

The dog's gone rabid <shut the fuck up!> doing my head in

I keep fading in and out, I don't know where I've been

I feel so hungry, what the hell is happening?

The sky is falling

It's fucking boring

I'm going braindead

Isolated

God is a shit head

And we're his rejects

Traumatised for breakfast, I can't stomach anymore

Survival Horror

Dear diary, dog stopped barking, probably 'cause I ate his face

Tasty, itchy, TV say there's no more human race

Kinda sad, my whole entire existence's been a waste

Ahh, never mind, it's not the end of the world...

Oh, wait