Dear Diary, what is done cannot be undone. I should try to make the best out of my situation don't I? Because I keep having dreams about an insidious escapade and I woke up feeling a little empty and strange at the same time.

There's little black clouds following me everywhere I go, as I try to wear a sun on my smile, irony, irony... It strikes your skin like a red hot metal rod though its burning hot but the first sensation will always be cold, Irony.

I look around my life and I try to seek a balance between what's right and what's wrong. It seems unclear to me right now?

Maybe, a little mischief in the good and a little positive in the worst case scenario will make everything alright.

Sleep well, tonight Joshua. Because this will be the last time that I'll let you.