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09/09/1969 Hip bones riding up and up.

09/09/1969 A lobotomy with the cocktail spoon is not as bad as it sounds.

09/09/1969 People are annoying, and I don't like them. I do not want to explain anything to anyone. It was a terrible idea to let people know that I don't want anything to do with some of them. Honestly, it's so much easier to just keep my mouth shut.

07/09/1969 My dreams are getting more interesting. The nights are getting colder, and regular stockings are not enough anymore. The right combination is stockings, leg warmers, and socks. The lack of appetite makes things worse. I don't want to force myself to eat, but I have to.

06/09/1969 Some people have such a terrible sense of humor that I wonder how they don't feel ashamed of their jokes.

03/09/1969 What is it? Insomnia? If that so, I am not happy about it, and I wish it would leave my body. I missed the sunrise today. Shame.

02/09/1969 Seeing that it is September on the calendar does not change the fact that it is still insufferably hot outside. I feel like I am melting and slowly turning into a puddle. Oh no. I am, in fact, a puddle.

30/08/1969 Mon dieu.

29/08/1969 Louis is such a sweetheart. Sometimes I feel like I am melting.

29/08/1969 It's already getting colder at night, but it's too early for autumn. Don't we have three more days of summer?

29/08/1969 This has happened three times this month. The last time was yesterday, and the first time was at the beginning of the month. I don't write down the dates because I remember them. The second time was on August 9th. Maybe.

25/08/1969 It is hard to do everything right when there is no book with instructions for your particular situation.

25/08/1969 I love it when an enemy sniper notices me, and I hear a bullet hit a wall or rock next to me. Their reaction time is always too slow for me not to be able to get away. Teasing them like that is nice. I am sure they are always annoyed by their own uselessness.

24/08/1969 I believe I made a soldier bark today. I can't imagine how someone could do this in public. It seems people think that acting like a dog is not embarrassing. Or perhaps soldiers simply don't have a sense of shame. In his case, I think it's a mix of both.

24/08/1969 Louis always knows how to make me feel better. What a lovely gentleman. It's no surprise he is married. His wife is quite lucky, I'd say.

20/08/1969 Some of my coworkers are miserable. They are surrounded by beautiful people who want to help them with all their problems, yet they ignore every attempt at helping them and continue to fall into the abyss.

20/08/1969 I cut myself again, which is annoying at this point. I can understand making a mistake once, but twice is unacceptable. It seems god doesn't want me to be successful, so I suppose it's time to go against it.

19/08/1969 The scent of cocoa butter is delightful. Maybe I should use it more often. I say "maybe" and "I should" too often. This is getting ridiculous.

18/08/1969 What's the point of wearing stockings? They always fall down even if you adjust them every five minutes.

17/08/1969 I made the new cut in the same place as the old one.

16/08/1969 It's nice to finally be leaving. My bed must be dusty after being away for so long. Terrible. Still, it will not take long to clean everything. At least I will be sleeping in my bed tonight.

16/08/1969 Sometimes you see an animal, and then you think of someone you know.

16/08/1969 Oh, sweet lord. A stomachache caused by paranoia is the worst kind of stomachache.

15/08/1969 Being surrounded by hairy snipers who only shower once a year is worse than 2fort.

15/08/1969 I miss someone. Isn't it a pity?

15/08/1969 It was so cold this morning. The autumn comes, obviously. Finally. I am not quite fond of summer anyway, so I will not miss it. I should get a jacket.

14/08/1969 I wish to rot forever, until the very end of the world, or at least until the end of my life. There are too many of them crawling under my skin. Dirty.

12/08/1969 The tin foil isn't pleasant to the touch.

11/08/1969 "My dad says only Frenchmen smoke like that," said Kent. "And fags."

11/08/1969 Those ride-alongs, his father enumerating the secrets and shames of their town, made Kent realize something: adults were fucked. Totally, utterly fucked. They did all the things they told kids not to do: cheated and stole and lied, nursed grudges and failed to turn the other cheek, fought like weasels, and worst of all they tried to worm out of their sins—they passed the buck, refused to take responsibility. It was always someone else's fault. Blame the man on the grassy knoll , as his dad said, although Kent didn't really know what that meant. Kent's respect had trickled away by degrees. Why should he respect adults—because they were older? Why, if that age hadn't come with wisdom?

11/08/1969 "Gimme one reason why not, man." Ephraim just said: "Because." "That's it? That's the reason— because ?" "Yep," Ephraim had said.

11/08/1969 He reared back. When his hand slipped under the man's shirt, over his stomach, he'd felt movement . Something stirring under his skin.

11/08/1969 It was wonderful.

10/08/1969 It'd felt so good to fill the empty space inside of him… but it was like dumping dirt down a bottomless hole: you could throw shovelful after shovelful, yet it made not the slightest difference.

09/08/1969 It's a busy day. Hand sewing takes a lot of time, but it is undoubtedly worth it. Maybe the back pain is worth it, too.

07/08/1969 I can't open the water bottle. I am going to die of dehydration. Amazing.

07/08/1969 The room smelled the same as it did the day he died. I suppose the cologne saved me. Oranges.

06/08/1969 My hands are covered in scars. I didn't expect this to leave any scars. Ridiculous.

06/08/1969 One day I will beat this ugly illness of mine.

05/08/1969 It was so cold that morning that I thought I might die. It's both terrible and addictive.

03/08/1969 I only smoked five times today. Impressive.

29/07/1969 I had a dream about a black kitten yesterday. I wonder why.

29/07/1969 Day 4 no ribbon. Shame. In that case, I should simply cut my hair short and stop worrying about it.

27/07/1969 Day 2 no ribbon.

26/07/1969 It seems I lost my ribbon.

25/07/1969 Too many people.

19/07/1969 Le petit a perdu une dent aujourd'hui. C'est vraiment difficile. Je ne peux pas marcher, ni même tenir debout. C'est tellement gênant et humiliant.

19/07/1969 Glace à l'orange.

19/07/1969 The

18/07/1969 Je suis défectueux. Chaque fois que je vois les autres, ça me le confirme encore.

18/07/1969 Well, I didn't drown.

17/07/1969 J'aime ne pas avoir à me couper les ongles.

17/07/1969 Making love is wrong.

17/07/1969 Je me suis souvenu que j'avais jeté tous ses vêtements. C'est une sensation agréable, l'oubli. Le souvenir m'était resté si longtemps, mais le voir chaque fois que j'ouvrais le placard était simplement trop bouleversant.

17/07/1969 C'est dommage que je n'arrive pas à leur donner ce qu'ils veulent. Je ne sais même plus pourquoi je continue. Je ne m'intégrerai jamais et, au final, je me sens juste mal.

15/07/1969 Hip bones riding up and up.

15/07/1969 I will never brush my hair again.

15/07/1969 We're just busy riding sitting in the back seat of my car.

13/07/1969 That was your first mistake — you took your lucky break and broke it in two. Now what can be done for you?

10/07/1969 What a shame. I will do better next time. If there is a next time. I doubt it, of course.

06/07/1969 Franchement, ça ne sert à rien d'avoir une relation amoureuse, quelle qu'elle soit. Parfois, on se rend compte qu'on est incapable de donner à l'autre ce dont il a besoin, et c'est douloureux de le voir vous aimer.

05/07/1969 They need to balance things out. Too many misfortunes have happened one after another.

02/07/1969 I nuked it all again again.

30/06/1969 This is awkward.

30/06/1969 I nuked it all again. Isn't it a pity?

29/06/1969 Je ne peux pas marcher.

29/06/1969 C'était vraiment trop bon. Malheureusement, j'en veux encore.

28/06/1969 Someone has a date planned. I wonder who the lucky man is.

28/06/1969 Hypocrisy is the malady of our society. Ironically, being a hypocrite is fun, but actual hypocrites are insufferable.

27/06/1969 Everyone calls Samson Ms Colbern, even though it's public knowledge that she is married. We need to execute people.

26/06/1969 C'est vrai que le ciel est magnifique à trois heures du matin. Il est aussi plus facile de respirer après la pluie. Malheureusement, il fera encore plus chaud dès que la chaleur reviendra. Mes chaussures et mon pantalon sont trempés. Quel dommage. Et tout est sale.

23/06/1969 La peur qu'on ressent en se réveillant après avoir mal dormi. Juste parce que je me suis réveillé tôt, ça ne veut pas dire que je vais mourir.

22/06/1969 It's so cold today. In fact, it is always cold here.

22/06/1969 Who's your favorite person?

21/06/1969 I am never doing this again. Once was more than enough.

20/06/1969 What a whore I am.

20/06/1969 The coast is clear, and no annoying people in sight. The wind is a little bit very terrifying, but I don't mind.

20/06/1969 It was fun. I expected nothing less from him.

19/06/1969 Love is long.

16/06/1969

16/06/1969 Today is a great day, just like every 16th of the month.

16/06/1969 We finally finished the cake. It was so good, I think I should start saying it's my birthday more often, maybe once a week. Samson is great at baking.

14/06/1969 We need Twitter to add a feature that lets us hide chats.

14/06/1969 Embarrassing.

12/06/1969 It's difficult to be the one who is supposed to stay calm all the time and know what to do in every situation. There are always people who can cry instead of you, but there is no one to tell you what to do. I buried him, wrapped in a nice cloth, and that was it. The grand finale.

12/06/1969 People are so disgusting and dirty. I do not understand how people can feel that way. It's disgusting. How could you possibly do it? How can you be comfortable with the things you say and do? How does it not make you want to throw up?

12/06/1969 Je n'ai pas grand-chose à dire là-dessus, mais la mort devrait cesser de me suivre. C'est la troisième fois cette année, et je suis fatigué. Cette fois, c'était en quelque sorte plus facile, même si en réalité ça ne l'était pas. Tu peux m'appeler pessimiste, mais quand je sens que quelque chose cloche, je sais que c'est la fin. Peu importe à quel point on veut changer les choses, si quelque chose doit arriver, alors ça arrivera. On n'a pas vraiment le contrôle sur grand-chose. Ça commence par quelque chose de petit, quelque chose qu'on accepte peut-être de laisser passer, voire qu'on accueille avec joie. Mais ensuite, ça enfle, encore et encore, jusqu'à finir d'une manière à laquelle on ne s'attendait pas. Quel petit être bien naïf il était.

11/06/1969 People are so disgusting.

09/06/1969 I do believe I passed out a few times today. Again.

03/06/1969 This time I have no idea what that dream of mine could possibly mean. Actually, I do know, but I would rather not think about it.

02/06/1969 Teeth falling out. That's never a good sign.

01/06/1969 I wonder how little I could possibly weigh.

31/05/1969 Of course I ran out of cigarettes in the morning. Fuck my life.

31/05/1969 I don't like indoor smoking, but whatever. It's not like I care.

31/05/1969 Two showers a day is awful, but at least I am entertained by the people who come to visit.

31/05/1969 I should have held his hand tighter this time.

29/05/1969 I shot him, and it turns out I used the last bullet. He hates me so much. At least now I can change his bedsheets in peace.

29/05/1969 I am not fond of my dreams. They all feel like signs.

29/05/1969 Yesterday's date was lovely, much like the person who asked me out. A pity I couldn't eat much.

27/05/1969 I should visit Snipers more often.

27/05/1969 Pancakes make a great breakfast.

23/05/1969 I am not jealous, not at all.

21/05/1969 I woke up and realized that RED Spies exist. Day ruined.

20/05/1969 I have a new toy. It's such a lovely little thing.

16/05/1969 Some people have flaws they simply refuse to acknowledge.

15/05/1969 I wish everyone to have back pain today. If I can't be happy, no one else can. But in all seriousness, my back hurts so badly I feel like I need someone to snap me in half. I can't take it anymore.

06/05/1969 I dislike the fact that Twitter has likes, comments, and reposts, because it shows how much attention your work receives. This system does nothing but breed insecurity. If your interactions fall below a certain threshold, you will feel useless and unable to do anything right. On the other hand, if you receive an abundance of attention, you will suddenly feel great, but the moment your next post does not perform as well, you will feel like an idiot.

27/04/1969 18 hours of sleep does not make things better.

25/04/1969 I am the resurrection and the life.

21/04/1969 So many things to draw, and yet no time to draw them. What a shame.

21/04/1969 My hair is getting harder and harder to deal with. I know I should not cut it, but it is starting to test my patience again.

18/04/1969 I hate sand. Disgusting.

13/04/1969 I allowed myself to do something unspeakable. I should never do that again. I do not regret it, but I know better than to let it happen twice.

11/04/1969 It feels so wrong.

09/04/1969 There is a hairdryer in my hotel room. I need to get one too. It makes a difference.

08/04/1969 I never thought I'd like it.

05/04/1969 I love to watch from a distance. I must admit that you are all great actors, but I truly do prefer to watch from the seats while you perform for me. I want a show.

03/04/1969 People take execution polls too seriously. Of course it's clear that everyone loves me and doesn't want me to die. Just pick an option.

31/03/1969 I should stop sleeping with him. Terrible, terrible bed. Terrible sheets. I should just kill myself today. I can't take it anymore. It's dirty, the room is horrible. Too much mess, too much dust. I should go home.

31/03/1969 We lost all our money. Great. Well, not all of it. We had some left over for ice cream. A sweet treat after such a turn of fate makes it easier to deal with the stress.

30/03/1969 I am disgusting. I shouldn't eat.

30/03/1969

30/03/1969 I love him.

30/03/1969 Leaving my bedroom door open is such a difficult thing to do. It feels like anyone could walk in or take a peek inside. I know no one will, but it still feels that way. So wrong.

29/03/1969 Napping after a shower was a big mistake. My hair became an even bigger mess. How unfortunate.

29/03/1969 I need my sewing machine. Fuck.

29/03/1969 I hate it here. I should kill him. I know I shouldn't worry about it, but it's irritating.

28/03/1969 I have a feeling that today is the day I'm going to die. I don't mind it, of course.

27/03/1969 I hate the fact that Snipers are the easiest to draw. I think I should draw every Sniper I can think of.

27/03/1969 Dropped my clothes on the floor. Fine, I will wash them again.

26/03/1969 Well, I was wrong. I am not going to shoot myself just to check the mail. Not today, maybe tomorrow. Getting high after dinner makes more sense.

26/03/1969 Where the fuck am I?

25/03/1969 Another sleepless night. Terrible, just terrible. On the one hand, I should cut my hair because it's impossible to sleep when it's everywhere. On the other hand, I should, must even, leave it as it is because I enjoy it when he braids it. Maybe I should just shoot myself.

25/03/1969 It hurts like a bitch. I am never trying to cook again, I will just wait for my husband to make something. Lesson learned.

23/03/1969 I should quit smoking, but how can I when I am surrounded by idiots? I am so tired.

23/03/1969 Drank water for the first time in months. Refreshing.

22/03/1969 I'm afraid I'm a masochist. I pick terrible puzzles with too many pieces, and then I suffer.

22/03/1969 Nosy people are the worst. Why would you need to ask so many questions?

21/03/1969 They should do this more often to people who talk too much.

20/03/1969 Spending a few hours at night cleaning everything doesn't seem right. I guess I ruined my sleep schedule. And what's worse, nothing is actually clean. My place is still terribly dirty.

19/03/1969 Unfortunately, I highly doubt he was clean. I should wash my suit at least three times. It takes so much time just to take care of my clothes. I should also take a shower or two. I'm so dirty, I feel like my skin is dirty, even though it's hidden under layers of fabric. Disgusting.

19/03/1969 Hypocrisy at its finest.

18/03/1969 I forgot about my puzzle. It's been 6 hours.

18/03/1969

17/03/1969 It is embarrassing to be insulted for being tired.

17/03/1969 I want her everywhere, and if she's beside me I know I need never care, but to love her is to need her everywhere.

17/03/1969 I bought him a toy. Interesting. I hope he likes it.

17/03/1969 There is a new version of stupid soggy wet cigarette life.

16/03/1969 We really should kill all Snipers. I can't take it anymore.

15/03/1969 Putain, mes yeux brûlent après avoir pleuré.

15/03/1969 I flooded my bed with tears as soon as I woke up. I hate phone calls. I wasted my morning crying and crying and crying and crying. Je me suis assis avec une de mes plantes dans les mains, me disant au moins que je pourrais l'arroser avec mes larmes, mais ensuite, j'ai trouvé cette idée ridicule, alors j'ai simplement arrêté. Je suis vraiment idiot.

14/03/1969 I can't believe I have to calm him down.

14/03/1969 Great. Amazing. Bravo.

14/03/1969 It seems he didn't name it. Who would have thought we'd think of the same name for it? Douglas Fir. Sometimes I feel uneasy about how similar we think. I wonder why that happens. We do spend time together, but that does not necessarily mean that our thoughts should be so alike. It feels like we are the same person.

14/03/1969 Oh mon dieu, c'est malpoli.

14/03/1969 I want to clock him every time I see him. It's quite embarrassing, I shouldn't react like that.

14/03/1969 La mort est quelque chose que l'on ne peut éviter. Je sais qu'il n'y a rien de honteux à pleurer quand on perd ses proches, mais je ne peux m'empêcher d'essayer de paraître aussi calme que possible. Les gens me traitent de froid et de sans cœur à cause de cela. Je veux avoir le contrôle, du moins quand les autres me voient.

14/03/1969 He said he'd like to talk someday. It's been three years, and I still haven't called him. I have no regrets.

14/03/1969 Bird sharpness rating:

• Raven: 5/10
• Myna: 3/10

14/03/1969 I left a flower for him. I should make a gift for Herbert as well. Would he like flowers too? It sounds a bit repetitive.

14/03/1969 Soldiers. They are adorable. I am glad I have the chance to talk to two of them. So blindly loyal, for no reason at all.

14/03/1969 Sleeping together does make it better. At least I didn't feel scared for no reason. Still, that does not change the fact that my back hurts and I cannot breathe properly. I also had that dream where my hand was stuck, and I couldn't leave the room. And I wish I could take off my gloves — I'm tired of wearing them sometimes. I would love to touch him, but my hands don't look very nice. Disgusting.

14/03/1969 Embarrassing. I asked Samson for an appointment and ended up brushing it off. I should get a diary, like a teenage girl.

13/03/1969 I should get back to drawing. He asked me to paint him, and I can barely draw at all. My hand just aches and aches and aches, and it never ends, and I'm afraid it never will.

13/03/1969 I believe now I have another Soldier to... be friends with. It's actually hilarious how I always talk to the whole Offense team the most. Speaking of that Soldier, he is adorable in a way. The only thing I've found wrong with him so far is that he calls dogs cute.

12/03/1969 I knew it was a trap. Taking a nap at 19:00 is no crime, but now I'm facing a pretty lonely night.

12/03/1969 Ne ressens jamais de pitié pour quelqu'un qui te supplie de revenir. Et ne supplie jamais personne de revenir. C'est embarrassant. Tu ne vois pas qu'ils ne veulent plus passer de temps avec toi ? C'est tellement pathétique.

12/03/1969 In fact, I have a child.

12/03/1969 I can't just ask people to do puzzles with me right after waking up.

12/03/1969 I hate this bastard so much. I must admit he does his job well, but I can't help but hate him. What's more, he even scares me. Oh, I suppose I know why, and yet I am impressed.

11/03/1969 I hate falling asleep. It only brings unreasonable fear.

11/03/1969 Mon dieu.

11/03/1969 Cela fait trois heures que je me suis réveillé, et je suis déjà fatigué à nouveau.

11/03/1969 I need new shoes. Mine are ruined. It's quite embarrassing that I can't fix the way I walk, it doesn't seem that difficult. I have no idea how no one picked up on that and used it against me, actually.

11/03/1969 Husband is... quite tall, I'd say. I wonder if he'd help me clean the ceilings if I asked really politely. Who knows.

11/03/1969 First, I should stop saying "I should stop." Second, I should start taking midday naps again — I cannot sleep for 10 hours straight. Third, not to snitch on myself, but I skipped work today (not that I am especially responsible, considering I take naps during work hours 99% of the time, yet I usually do not skip). Instead, I had a nice morning walk. I met three cats, and two of them let me pet them. Cats.

10/03/1969 I am not going to hide his name anymore. He is a professional hater.

10/03/1969 Too many snipers. Why can't they hop off my dick? Feels like every single one of them is trying to get on my nerves today.

10/03/1969 Ten hours of sleep felt so nice. No dreams, which is a true blessing, but my back hurts, which is terrible. Maybe I need to find someone to hit me with a hammer a few times to fix that.

09/03/1969 I am going to strangle someone, and it's not going to be Pyro.

09/03/1969 I have no idea what's funny about it, but I almost died. I choked on my fucking wine because of a crawling spider. I'm never solving puzzles together ever again. For your information, I am going to choke you to death.

09/03/1969 I am his favorite. Smiling and drinking a lot today. It's a nice thing to know. I think that bed will not last long.

09/03/1969

09/03/1969 I was worried when Sniper said something was wrong with his hand. And I've had the same issue recently. I should get used to using my left hand. Fuck it.

09/03/1969 I should cut my hair, it's getting difficult to hide.

09/03/1969 I think I kind of miss the tip of my ring finger. The asymmetry of my hands doesn't make me happy at all.

09/03/1969 I'm afraid I'm going crazy. I cannot even lay my hands on my chest because it makes me suffocate. Last night was terrible — I could hardly fall asleep. I do not think I've ever felt so scared. I despise unreasonable fear. I also think I had a dream where I got sandwiched, and it was awful. Getting stuck and being unable to move is such a horrifying thing, I can't ignore it.

08/03/1969 My clothes feel so heavy.

08/03/1969 Do Spies really have to try hard to do their job? Bitch, you have a device that makes you invisible and another that lets you commit identity fraud. The fuck you mean you have to kill people or steal intelligence? I usually just go invisible or pretend to be Sniper and take a nap somewhere no one would think to look. People truly have no idea how to relax. For a long time, I also thought that intelligence was just a measure of how smart you are and wondered how anyone could possibly steal it.

08/03/1969 He will kill me. No remorse.

08/03/1969 I didn't see my husband yesterday. Fuck my stupid soggy wet cigarette life. I miss him so much. I think I annihilated a whole pack yesterday, which is pretty rare. Am I a husband addict? Really?

08/03/1969 I am addicted to puzzles. I love them so much. I feel the need to solve them almost all the time, and I feel bad about it. It's also embarrassing how long it takes me to finish one. I'm afraid I need glasses since I can't really see small details anymore. I was hoping I wouldn't need them for at least another ten years. What a shame.

07/03/1969 I can't take it anymore.

07/03/1969 But I can write.

07/03/1969 I can't draw.

07/03/1969 I'm afraid I say "fuck my stupid soggy wet cigarette life" far too many times.

07/03/1969 I just walked in. I know my copy doesn't like me.

07/03/1969 Arrête de te coller comme un chien.

06/03/1969 Mon dieu, poor, poor John. My dear friend was banned for telling me to kill myself. It was so hilarious when I found out — I got a fucking cluster headache and couldn't function properly. I couldn't stop laughing for a good ten minutes. Poor, poor John. I fear we've both been punished for our less than pleasant behavior today.

06/03/1969 Oh, darling, it's a good thing I found your big sock that you can't even wear.

06/03/1969

06/03/1969 Yesterday, I found out I was out of cigarettes just as I was about to take a smoke break. Fuck. I always forget to check, and this is what I get for my forgetfulness. The worst part was that I was with him, so I couldn't just kill myself. Herbert keeps me healthy, I'd say. It is kind of amusing because I actually smoke less when I spend time with him — I do not want to smoke in his presence.

05/03/1969 I look too excited.

05/03/1969 I cannot believe people care about my marriage. Is it really that important? Why would you object? My husband and I are both old enough, crazy enough, and gorgeous enough to be together. We are a perfect match. I see no problem.

05/03/1969 It's just too good to be true.

04/03/1969 People have been so annoying lately, I hate it. Somehow some of them have become even more stupid than before. I would not say I hate them personally, but I am tired of people acting stupid and saying things they'll soon regret. Some of you really don't know who not to fuck with.

04/03/1969

04/03/1969 Thank you for the cake, you really didn't have to make it for me. I didn't eat much, so if you want some, I can bring it to you.

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03/03/1969 A turkey sandwich with just tomato makes for a great meal.

03/03/1969 The drawing session turned out to be so productive that my hand had to forget about its carpal tunnel syndrome and keep working regardless. But honestly, it's awful. My hand hurts like hell.

03/03/1969 I can't live on juice alone and expect to last long. I need food, but at the same time there is nothing to eat... at least nothing I actually want. Je veux un gâteau aux fraises.

03/03/1969 Adorable.

03/03/1969 I should stop wearing my pajamas so late. And I should eat more — these pants are hanging on me like I am a damn clothes hanger.

03/03/1969 I wish I had a cat. However, taking care of someone who fully depends on you is difficult when you can barely take care of yourself. It is quite selfish to get a little friend just for its looks. They do not deserve that. The idea of getting a cat should wait for better times.

02/03/1969 Ribbons are annoying — there's too much hair for them to handle, I'm afraid.

02/03/1969 People just can't fuck off when I ask them to. At this point, it would be easier to ignore all the idiots.

02/03/1969 "I think i'm up to seven kids here." What the actual fuck are you talking about? I know close to nothing about parenting, but what I do know is that it's your obligation to remember them, take care of them, and love them. You are a fucking ignorant bitch who does not even know how many kids you have. You are both heartless and brainless — no wonder you are horrible at basically everything. You are a child yourself, so why the fuck would you adopt anyone at all? Fucking idiot.

02/03/1969 My new soap smells like church candles. I'm afraid I will never smell better. It's ironic in a way.

02/03/1969 I love him.

02/03/1969 Sometimes, I wish at least someone would call me by my real name. It's nothing beautiful or rare, but I miss hearing it. People used it mostly when they wanted to get my attention before they scolded me, but I still miss it.

01/03/1969 Baking, surprisingly, seems fun. I truly enjoyed it, and blueberry scones taste amazing. And I must say that I am glad I have to wear a mask — it would be embarrassing if my hair got in them. Speaking of hair, it's grown out too much. I wonder how long I can keep it hidden. What if someone sees it? I do not want anyone to know what my hair looks like.

28/02/1969 To play Tomodachi Life, you first need to install Citra, a 3DS emulator. You can download it here: https://citra-emulator.com/download Next, you'll need to download Tomodachi Life from here: https://citra-emulator.com/3ds-roms/tomodachi-life/ Just pick the version you prefer.Once you're done, unzip the Citra folder and open citra-qt. exe. Then, either select the folder containing your Tomodachi Life file or simply drag it into the Citra window. Important! If you are having an issue where characters don't have faces, you should download this file: drive.google.com/file/d/1zRd wKDryLQjD0VAh7_NIFe_If4SgMy3d Load it before launching Tomodachi Life. You only need to do this once.

28/02/1969 I have just a few pictures. He looks like a cat.

28/02/1969 In fact, I have two husbands. One of them could kill me if he wanted to, and the other is his little copy. It is embarrassing to admit how much time I spend with his little copy. And it's not that I ignore my real husband. I just want to see that cat more often. He is also married to a little version of me.

23/02/1969 I no longer have self-control. He spoiled me.

22/02/1969 "You don't mind if we try my ideas, do you?" Fine, let's do it. I'm down here, busy, and there is no hand on my head, which is a little strange, but I don't mind. What is really strange is that I hear absolutely nothing from him at all. No moans, no gasps, nothing. Just silence. And then I begin to wonder what could be wrong. I glance up at him for a second, and guess what? Fuck, he's busy talking to fucking Elias. Talking. No offense to Elias, of course. I swear to god, if it happens again, I will throw his phone out of the window.

22/02/1969 I need an appointment, maybe three. I need to keep Samson busy.

22/02/1969 Putain de merde. My lungs have been aching so much lately. I wonder why.

22/02/1969 This is my fault. I am guilty.

22/02/1969 I do not want to eat in front of anyone. No one should see me eat. I do not like people watching me.

22/02/1969 It's embarrassing how I started allowing myself to sleep in my casual clothes. Disgusting.

21/02/1969 Puzzles.

21/02/1969 A chocolate cookie melted in the pocket of my suit jacket. Oh putain, I hate it here.

21/02/1969 I should stop smoking in the same room with him. It doesn't help at all.

21/02/1969 The walls are sticky and look yellowish. How did I not notice before? Disgusting.

20/02/1969 Sleeping with my mask is unbearable. I can feel how dirty it is. It would be nice to just give up and show him what I look like, but there's nothing worth seeing.

20/02/1969 They say cats loaf. Well, so do I. What an terrible sleeping position — my hands ache, and every movement only worsens it. I should stop.

20/02/1969 Sniper said he hates me. As if I didn't already know that.

19/02/1969 He has asked to use my chamber. That's fine, but I'm afraid he will think it is dirty. It's not, but there is nowhere to step without breaking something. It will be so embarrassing when he sees my bedroom.

19/02/1969 It makes me happy to hear him talk again. I missed him.

19/02/1969 Indeed, there is no God, but there is Engineer. He is back, and now I'm starting to remember how tired I am. I'm almost out of cigarettes, I want to sleep, and what's worse, I'm getting capricious and I genuinely hate it. I do not want to see him like that again. Never again. I like to look into his eyes, and tache noire has never scared me like this before. I want to spend as much time with him as possible.

17/02/1969 Sometimes I feel like chopping off my fingertips — my fingers are way too long. What is the point of having them? I only injure them from time to time, and I don't even play anymore.

17/02/1969 Am I guilty? I doubt it.

17/02/1969 Grapefruits are good, especially the reddest ones.

17/02/1969 I saw too many birds and cats in my dreams today, perhaps I should stop reading all those books. I have to take care of his birds.

16/02/1969 That was quite useless. I need him back.

16/02/1969 I never thought I would be the last one left. I have to kill myself when the body gets cold. I am such an embarrassment to him.

16/02/1969 There is simply no food worth eating on this base. I don't want to steal normal food, if you can even call it that, but I have no desire to eat candy either.

16/02/1969 His bed is too small for two. Sleeping on my side is unbearable, it is much easier to forget about sleep and keep myself busy instead.

15/02/1969 He started taking medication, the kind that makes him unable to think straight and speak clearly. I do not mind struggling to understand him, but I have never taken care of anyone in this situation before. I can tend to injuries, I can help perform an unsafe abortion, but I have never had to just watch someone to make sure they don't do something foolish.

15/02/1969 The more I talk to Scouts, the more I prove to myself that they are all utterly stupid.

15/02/1969 Washing my hands with a fresh cut is such a pain. I am never cooking again — enough is enough.

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15/02/1969 Well, that is not exactly what I expected to see and to be honest I have never seen anything like this before, but I don't mind. On the positive side, he is more than satisfied, on the negative side, the corners of my mouth hurt and I think my mask is stretched.

14/02/1969 That's it, another sniper trying to kill me. I got a box of cupcakes from him. Will I eat them? No, I don't want to die yet. I know he put poison in them. There is no faith in humanity.

14/02/1969 I've got so nice gifts from Samson. I should draw more.

14/02/1969 What a comedy. No hugs, no holding hands, no kisses, and yet I already owe him something more intimate. Fuck. Mon dieu, how embarrassing. I should think before I speak.

13/02/1969 Haters edit my replies to make me look like two-faced scum.

12/02/1969 It seems my life as a nun ends today — I am back in business. To be honest, I wonder if this can truly be called my first time, since I have never done it out of my own desire. Something tells me I wouldn't be brave enough to at least give him a kiss. My fear makes me feel guilty.

12/02/1969 I thought I was going to die that night, but it was just a false alarm. Sam's gift came in very handy. I love my teddy bear.

11/02/1969 I should stop drawing people smiling. I'm starting to smile myself and my face hurts because of it.

11/02/1969 Too many Snipers. They are all either completely stupid, insufferably annoying — or both. I should to stop thinking about them.

10/02/1969 I shouldn't think of it as something I must be paid for. But I won't get anything in return, and I don't feel like I control the situation. What's the point, then? I know there's a reason to do it, but I can't comprehend it.

10/02/1969 Whoever sent me the link to that puzzle site, merci beaucoup. I am absolutely obsessed.

09/02/1969 Well, I'm back. It seems like I feel better again. However, there are plenty of things that upset me. First, snipers.

09/02/1969 This is it. I'm dying. I was a fool for saying I didn't need medication. I need it all now.

09/02/1969 It's quite ironic that I'm married yet have never attempted to hug or kiss my spouse — the exact opposite of my past. Perhaps I should not rush things... or should I?

09/02/1969 People focus far too much on their imagined imperfections, as if the body they never chose somehow makes them less worthy. This woman I met a few times — there was nothing wrong with her, yet she was ashamed of her age. That's complete nonsense. Older people fuck just as well as younger people — maybe even better, considering their experience. Our society is sick, shaming people for the smallest things and creating insecurities out of thin air.

09/02/1969 Having so much close contact with people doesn't even make me that sick. I already feel hot and dirty; it doesn't matter if someone hugs me or if I kiss another sniper. They all must suffer.

09/02/1969 Il fait trop chaud dans ma chambre. L'endroit est en désordre. C'est tellement sale — j'ai trop chaud, et ça me rend fou. J'ai les cheveux et la peau collants. Suis-je malade? C'est vraiment la poisse. Tout est tellement, tellement sale — mes draps, mes cheveux, mes oreillers, mes ongles, ma peau, mes vêtements, mes murs, le sol et même le plafond. Je me demande si me tirer une balle arrangerait les choses. Et si tout ce que je touche était contaminé et me rendait malade encore une fois de plus?

08/02/1969 You asked me what it feels like to be disguised as you. Well, I think I can answer that question. First things first — your hair. It's slightly wavy, and I wonder what it would look like if you let it grow a little longer. And I must assure you, I don't mind your gray hair at all. I vividly remember you mentioning it as something bad, but in my opinion, it looks gorgeous. It truly adds to your character, you see. Gray hair shows that you're old enough to be mature, with a wealth of life experience, knowledge, and wisdom. You don't look bad with it — gray hair is a natural thing that happens to everyone eventually. I have some myself, and there's nothing wrong with it. I almost forgot to mention, but I absolutely love your haircut. It's just perfect. It seems like you were well-prepared before letting them upload your information into the database. Speaking of hair, I like your eyebrows. Their shape is so dramatic — almost like stage makeup used to enhance expressions. Having such well-defined eyebrows is definitely a good thing. Looking into your eyes, I truly love them—their shape, their color, even your eyelashes. They reminded me of our first encounter. If I remember correctly, I was following someone when, all of a sudden, you charged at me with that damn saw. I barely recall the feeling of my ribs breaking or you ripping my heart from my chest, but I remember your face vividly. I suppose the only thing I truly saw were your eyes, full of whimsy, and that sadistic smile of yours. I'd even call it a foreshadowing of current events. And why do I even bring this up? Because my last thought in that moment was something like: "At least I'm dying at the hands of a magnificent-looking man." Sounds childish, perhaps, but you do, in fact, look better than your entire team, Herbert. I really like the shape of your nose. Maybe it's just my preference, but I find it quite appealing — there's something dramatic about it. I'm sure you could have been an actor with such a beautiful face if you wanted to. Did you know you have dimples? Of course, you do — I don't even need to ask. I find them incredibly attractive. I can't quite replicate your smile, but I enjoy looking in the mirror and seeing them appear. Adorable. And I have to mention your lines. I know you don't like them, but I find them beautiful. The fact that they're visible means you're expressive, that you've lived, felt, and experienced so much. I love seeing them when you smile. Overall, I find a certain pleasure in disguising as you. It makes me taller, and I don't have to face my own reflection. Your build is great, and I really like your uniform. Did you know you look like a dove when you run? Your lab coat gives the impression of a tail. But alas, I cannot continue analyzing your appearance further — after all, I can't let myself undress your body. I do hope I've satisfied your curiosity and tastes in this explanation.

08/02/1969 Five or more times a day. Maybe that's why I'm used to showering five times a day. Disgusting. Wasting so much time on this is truly disgusting. And yet, most of them were decent enough. I remember the first time I was genuinely confused, so we just stopped and talked nonsense until his time was up. Looking back, I find it, shall I say, hilarious in a way. What a gentleman. I do hope he left his wife. I never quite understood their logic — married, yet coming to me. So unfair. Some of them were more interesting — lonely souls with no one to talk to, curious minds who wanted to know more about my field of work, and the occasional artist: painters, sculptors, photographers, writers. In other words, poor students my age who couldn't afford a proper model. I remember meeting that painter who wanted to date me and promised me the world. Good thing I said no. If I had agreed, I'd surely be dead by now. People never learn. They see a beautiful face and start planning their wedding, though they know nothing of the person behind it.

07/02/1969 It's such a strange feeling. To be missed, to be the object of genuine interest, and yet feel nothing in return. All because you've changed, outgrew what once was. It would be cruel to ignore them, I can't let them know I don't care anymore and never will. It makes me feel shame of some sort. Spending so little time together just to stave off their loneliness. It isn't fair, but I can't do much about it. Loneliness is a tragic feeling, truly.

07/02/1969 Getting up has been getting more and more difficult lately, yet I cannot afford the luxury of rest. I have a job to do.

07/02/1969 I'm so glad I don't have to share a bathroom with anyone. I can't imagine having to clean it — so dirty.

06/02/1969 The pain is unbearable, even when I simply lie down. I'm afraid I might break something.

06/02/1969 Oh, to be loved. I have countless questions, yet no book answers them all.

06/02/1969 I'm not really familiar with how marriage works. We had no wedding, no rings — nothing of the sort. What am I supposed to do? What are my responsibilities? Of course, I understand that I must be obedient, but I doubt that's all I'm supposed to do.

05/02/1969 It worries me so much; it's suffocating. It's just like the bad old days. Too much, too much.

05/02/1969 I rarely touch my face. It's ironic, in a way.

05/02/1969 I shouldn't let all this happen.

05/02/1969 Women.

05/02/1969 I will never color my sketches. I messed it up so much. Disgusting.

05/02/1969 My husband, I don't deserve him. I deserve no one. He's never wronged me, always kind, always gentle. I wish I could tie a noose around my neck and never come back, so he can do whatever he wants with the terrible body of mine.

04/02/1969 The pen ran out of ink before I finished using it. What a nice reason to put a bullet in my skull. Speaking of which, I think I have finally realized what makes my suit feel tainted. It's blood, it's always blood.

04/02/1969 I have been so busy lately that even living without sleep does nothing to help.

03/02/1969 We should normalize stealing.

03/02/1969 Something is so wrong with Samson, but I can't put my finger on it. Maybe I simply dislike psychiatrists, but I doubt that's the problem. She's overly friendly. I like her gifts, but she shouldn't do this.

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02/02/1969 Many people are unaware of the appropriate moment to remain silent. Pathetic, pathetic creatures. They all want to embarrass me, make me feel ashamed. However, such efforts are futile. Idiots.

01/02/1969 Do not take screenshots of my entries. Just fuck off, Hunter.

01/02/1969 I'm not a pervert and I never have been. I'm normal, but people don't understand me and I'm afraid they never will. They don't care. It is not as if I can prove them wrong. And even if I did, they would still call me that.

31/01/1969 Why did he even bother to invite me? What an idiot. He tries way too hard, and for what? I see no particular reason for it. He should make actual friends. No one invites their enemy to a bar.

31/01/1969 I was just invited to a bar. Filthy. Crowded. An open invitation to being poisoned. Horrible, horrible, horrible.

31/01/1969 I truly ought to go out more often. Stagnation is never a good thing.

31/01/1969 I miss Dr. Stragenhart. Fuck his spouse.

31/01/1969 Hunter can't stop talking about Daisy. It's insufferable, he really is a little chihuahua, utterly incapable of existing without his owner. It is as if he has no personality of his own and he's just a sad extension of her. Pathetic.

31/01/1969 I must admit — relapsing is wonderful. I love smoking, I love drinking, I love sniffing. It really is a great pleasure. Trying to quit is pointless. It makes me happy and there's absolutely nothing wrong with it.

30/01/1969 Relapse.

29/01/1969 What the fuck?

29/01/1969 I don't want to bother him, and suddenly I'm being petty. Annoying, annoying, annoying.

28/01/1969 I've been wronged again. It's not new to me.

28/01/1969 Something has gone terribly, terribly wrong.

28/01/1969 Nevermind, I should be friendly with Pyros.

28/01/1969 Monlapinship is over. Back to disrespecting Scout.

27/01/1969 It is weird, isn't it? Having a little excuse of a masque de mort. I should be ashamed, I shouldn't have it at all. Where shall I put it? Or rather, where do I hide it? I must treasure it.

27/01/1969 Comment quelqu'un peut-il être aussi gentil avec moi? Je ne mérite pas ça, absolument pas. Je suis immonde, mauvais et horrible. Les gens ne devraient vraiment pas être gentils avec moi. Pourquoi font-ils ça pour moi?

27/01/1969 It seems my hair has grown too long. I can't leave the base, and cutting it myself is out of the question. I should find someone to do it for me, but the problem is, I don't trust anyone.

27/01/1969 Mon dieu, my back hurts so much, but there's nothing I can do. It is best to sleep on my back, but it is painful. And yet I can't sleep on my left side — my ribs ache, and I hear my heart beating. W hat's more, I can't sleep on my right side either — I feel like I can't breathe. Face down? Out of the question, I refuse to get wrinkles. Honestly, wouldn't it be easier to send myself to the respawn whenever I'm tired?

26/01/1969 It's obvious why people assume I'm somehow involved with snipers, but, mon dieu, it's exhausting.

26/01/1969 I really should stop being friendly with Pyros.

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26/01/1969 Mon dieu, visiting 2 snipers at the same time is really torture. Though, as much as I wish it to be the last time, I know I'll find myself returning. Their "houses" are dreadful, I should consider bringing my own cup and coffee. I had to drink coffee at Hunter's place yesterday and I've never felt more impoverished in my life.

25/01/1969 I need a new suit. It seems I can never quite clean it properly. There are stains — though invisible to my eye, I know they linger, staining the fabric.

25/01/1969 Staying clean is exhausting. Maybe it's time to start smoking again.

24/01/1969 People are useless. They worry about the most unimportant things and pretend not to see what really matters. I don't care how skilled you are — if you betray trust so easily, you're nothing but scum. "I didn't know you considered me a friend" as if that justifies pulling the trigger. Why does no one care? I'm well aware I'm vile, despicable even, and I'm impressed that no one has killed me yet. But am I one of the few people out here who has environmental awareness? They hiss at me when I speak, yet slumber through the real atrocities. Hypocrites. Fucking hypocrites. I despise each and every one of them. They hate me for being loud, but they forget to check what's going on around them. No one bothers to follow my train of thought, no one truly tries to listen. And yet, here we are — drowning in hatred because I speak.

23/01/1969 For some reason, people seem to think I'm offended when they call me a whore. Well, that's not the case. I'm surprised that people repost posts with such claims and support the claim that I'm a desperate one. I'm well aware that I'm the biggest whore around, and I couldn't care less if people say so. But what I cannot stand is dishonesty.

22/01/1969 Perhaps I should buy a calendar and mark every day I've been called a dog. Disgusting.

22/01/1969 RED Soldier thinks I'm his friend. Merde, this is problematic. He must not speak of it, not in public. If they learn it, we both will end up against the wall, shot. It's strange when someone considers you a friend — or even worse, a lover — and you can not, must not, reciprocate the sentiment.

21/01/1969 "Muffins are gross," no, you are gross. Don't you dare say that about muffins.

21/01/1969 People want to be victims so much. Too bad that they are the first to start the fight, there will be no sympathy for them.

21/01/1969 Was it that boring for him? Yes. Is he sleeping? I think so. For long? I don't know.

20/01/1969 Disguising as Daisy is the experience. She looks a lot cleaner and healthier than all eight of those idiots put together. I have to admit, I don't remember her wearing anything but her work uniform. I love those little freckles on her forehead. Adorable. I like the color of her eyes and the shape of her eyebrows. Also, her hair looks healthy, magnifique. Styling it is... Well, let's say an unexpected pleasure. I shouldn't, but I'm in no hurry. Her voice, sweet and melodic, is a treat in itself. Truly, she is not just beautiful — she is stunning. I should make use of this disguise more often.

20/01/1969 It's been a while since I last disguised as a woman.

20/01/1969 I sold a very last bag of mine and will try to stay clean as long as possible. I'm not satisfied with my choice. Now I can fully experience all the negative effects of doing coke. Well, I should have known better.

19/01/1969 Nevermind, I spilled my coffee. Really need to quit coke — the tremors are terrible, I can't even hold a cup steady.

19/01/1969 It's clean. Everything is clean.

18/01/1969 Showers do not help me to feel clean. I know it's because my bathroom is dirty. I must clean it. I need bleach, 10 bottles. I must clean every the whole room. Every surface. Maybe a ceiling too. I waste so much time to do this. I need a new bedsheets. I must change them everyday. I'm so tired. When I change my sheets, I have to wash them immediately and then dry them right after. If I use another set, they collect dust when they're not in use. But if I stick to just one set, I'm left with nothing to cover my bed while they're being washed. Everything is so dirty, no matter what I do. I'm so tired.

18/01/1969 I'm so dirty. If only I could just shoot myself to feel even a little cleaner. I know even that won't fix anything, it's suffocating.

18/01/1969 Once again, people are doing something I ask them not to do. I need more than a few lines. Maybe a few dozen.

17/01/1969 I'm tired of checking to see if I'm clean when people tell me I'm dirty and gross, I'm tired of people touching me when I tell them not to, I'm tired of having to shower so many times, I'm tired of washing my clothes so many times, I'm tired of being dirty. I know I'm dirty underneath even when I cover myself with clothes. And clothes? They're just as tainted. My evenings and nights are lost to this never-ending fight for cleanliness, trying to convince myself that everything is spotless and perfect when deep down, I know it never is.

17/01/1969 It's entertaining to say nonsense. And it's even more entertaining when people believe it.

16/01/1969 Mon dieu, don't tell me he wants me.

15/01/1969 Snipers disgust me. Treating someone like a dog — how can that even cross your mind? It's outrageous. I feel dirty again and need a few lines to clear my head.

13/01/1969 Friendship ended with @MickMundy42. Now @dominatedhippie is my best friend.

13/01/1969 Fuck my life. I need a few lines.

12/01/1969 I don't care for letters filled with lies. I refuse to believe that Hunter likes me romantically. There's nothing to be happy about; it only hurts. I believe in innocence until proven guilty.

12/01/1969 This is truly an embarrassment — to admit you're not in your right mind. Mon dieu, Hunter is pathetic.

12/01/1969 The scum of Planet Earth hides their profiles. It doesn't matter, I still have something on you.

12/01/1969 I suppose I wasn't exaggerating when I said the Snipers were scurrying towards me like rats. I counted at least four — three of whom have a particular dislike for me. It's kind of amusing in a way.

11/01/1969 Chihuahua Hunter has an impressively low self-esteem. Not only does he suspect me of trying to steal his precious girlfriend, but he also lacks trust in her. As if she's a woman of such low standards that she'd leave him the moment someone treats her with a bit of kindness. What a jealous, indeed.

10/01/1969 Pretty bitches love me and ugly hoes hate me. I choose to focus on the positives. Those who hate me do not bother me at all.

17/12/1968 I've just discovered the coke glitch. Could this be the foundation of a new business scheme?

16/12/1968 My teammates are all morons. Well, except for one...