Farewell my friend

Dear [[diary]]

Dear diary, this is my [[last time]] I wrote to you.

Dear diary, this is my last time I wrote to you. It is hard to think that after all these years, these difficult years, I can finally [[leave]].

Dear diary, this is my last time I wrote to you. It is hard to think that after all these years, these difficult years, I can finally leave. A [[better place]] is what awaits me.

Dear diary, this is my last time I wrote to you. It is hard to think that after all these years, these difficult years, I can finally leave. A better place is what awaits me. Why am I doing this? I think I don't know for sure... maybe because I'm tired, or bored, or because I really don't like this people around me. I guess the only good thing is this house, a beatifully built Victorian house, full of comforts, with all the new techonology things and my precious stamp collection. And do I love the kitchen! Yes, I think I'm going to miss this house. No time for complaints now, I've taken my decision and also I'm finishing my last cigarette... Heh, the proverbial one indeed. Maybe if my choise were different back then... maybe things could have changed... maybe... But I'm just sitting here, typing in my last though, knowing that nobody is going to read you. That's no turning back now. I'm going to leave my old life, even you, [[my dearest friend]], putting a "The End" phrase on this very last page as a reminder.

Dear diary, this is my last time I wrote to you. It is hard to think that after all these years, these difficult years, I can finally leave. A better place is what awaits me. Why am I doing this? I think I don't know for sure... maybe because I'm tired, or bored, or because I really don't like this people around me. I guess the only good thing is this house, a beatifully built Victorian house, full of comforts, with all the new techonology things and my precious stamp collection. And do I love the kitchen! Yes, I think I'm going to miss this house. No time for complaints now, I've taken my decision and also I'm finishing my last cigarette... Heh, the proverbial one indeed. Maybe if my choise were different back then... maybe things could have changed... maybe... But I'm just sitting here, typing in my last though, knowing that nobody is going to read you. That's no turning back now. I'm going to leave my old life, even you, my dearest friend, putting a "The End" phrase on this very last page as a reminder. A grim reminder, maybe, but that's all I've [[got to do]].

Dear diary, this is my last time I wrote to you. It is hard to think that after all these years, these difficult years, I can finally leave. A better place is what awaits me. Why am I doing this? I think I don't know for sure... maybe because I'm tired, or bored, or because I really don't like this people around me. I guess the only good thing is this house, a beatifully built Victorian house, full of comforts, with all the new techonology things and my precious stamp collection. And do I love the kitchen! Yes, I think I'm going to miss this house. No time for complaints now, I've taken my decision and also I'm finishing my last cigarette... Heh, the proverbial one indeed. Maybe if my choise were different back then... maybe things could have changed... maybe... But I'm just sitting here, typing in my last though, knowing that nobody is going to read you. That's no turning back now. I'm going to leave my old life, even you, my dearest friend, putting a "The End" phrase on this very last page as a reminder. A grim reminder, maybe, but that's all I've got to do. New people, a new work, a new house, a new type of cigarettes, some new friends, a new life... yeah, a better one I [[hope]].

Dear diary, this is my last time I wrote to you. It is hard to think that after all these years, these difficult years, I can finally leave. A better place is what awaits me. Why am I doing this? I think I don't know for sure... maybe because I'm tired, or bored, or because I really don't like this people around me. I guess the only good thing is this house, a beatifully built Victorian house, full of comforts, with all the new techonology things and my precious stamp collection. And do I love the kitchen! Yes, I think I'm going to miss this house. No time for complaints now, I've taken my decision and also I'm finishing my last cigarette... Heh, the proverbial one indeed. Maybe if my choise were different back then... maybe things could have changed... maybe... But I'm just sitting here, typing in my last though, knowing that nobody is going to read you. That's no turning back now. I'm going to leave my old life, even you, my dearest friend, putting a "The End" phrase on this very last page as a reminder. A grim reminder, maybe, but that's all I've got to do. New people, a new work, a new house, a new type of cigarettes, some new friends, a new life... yeah, a better one I hope. Time to grab my helmet now, my flight to [[LF35J-C]] starts in about 4 hours.

Dear diary, this is my last time I wrote to you. It is hard to think that after all these years, these difficult years, I can finally leave. A better place is what awaits me. Why am I doing this? I think I don't know for sure... maybe because I'm tired, or bored, or because I really don't like this people around me. I guess the only good thing is this house, a beatifully built Victorian house, full of comforts, with all the new techonology things and my precious stamp collection. And do I love the kitchen! Yes, I think I'm going to miss this house. No time for complaints now, I've taken my decision and also I'm finishing my last cigarette... Heh, the proverbial one indeed. Maybe if my choise were different back then... maybe things could have changed... maybe... But I'm just sitting here, typing in my last though, knowing that nobody is going to read you. That's no turning back now. I'm going to leave my old life, even you, my dearest friend, putting a "The End" phrase on this very last page as a reminder. A grim reminder, maybe, but that's all I've got to do. New people, a new work, a new house, a new type of cigarettes, some new friends, a new life... yeah, a better one I hope. Time to grab my helmet now, my flight to LF35J-C starts in about 4 hours. [[Farewell]] my friend.

Dear diary, this is my last time I wrote to you. It is hard to think that after all these years, these difficult years, I can finally leave. A better place is what awaits me. Why am I doing this? I think I don't know for sure... maybe because I'm tired, or bored, or because I really don't like this people around me. I guess the only good thing is this house, a beatifully built Victorian house, full of comforts, with all the new techonology things and my precious stamp collection. And do I love the kitchen! Yes, I think I'm going to miss this house. No time for complaints now, I've taken my decision and also I'm finishing my last cigarette... Heh, the proverbial one indeed. Maybe if my choise were different back then... maybe things could have changed... maybe... But I'm just sitting here, typing in my last though, knowing that nobody is going to read you. That's no turning back now. I'm going to leave my old life, even you, my dearest friend, putting a "The End" phrase on this very last page as a reminder. A grim reminder, maybe, but that's all I've got to do. New people, a new work, a new house, a new type of cigarettes, some new friends, a new life... yeah, a better one I hope. Time to grab my helmet now, my flight to LF35J-C starts in about 4 hours. Farewell my friend. The fourth of April, [[2853]].

Dear diary, this is my last time I wrote to you. It is hard to think that after all these years, these difficult years, I can finally leave. A better place is what awaits me. Why am I doing this? I think I don't know for sure... maybe because I'm tired, or bored, or because I really don't like this people around me. I guess the only good thing is this house, a beatifully built Victorian house, full of comforts, with all the new techonology things and my precious stamp collection. And do I love the kitchen! Yes, I think I'm going to miss this house. No time for complaints now, I've taken my decision and also I'm finishing my last cigarette... Heh, the proverbial one indeed. Maybe if my choise were different back then... maybe things could have changed... maybe... But I'm just sitting here, typing in my last though, knowing that nobody is going to read you. That's no turning back now. I'm going to leave my old life, even you, my dearest friend, putting a "The End" phrase on this very last page as a reminder. A grim reminder, maybe, but that's all I've got to do. New people, a new work, a new house, a new type of cigarettes, some new friends, a new life... yeah, a better one I hope. Time to grab my helmet now, my flight to LF35J-C starts in about 4 hours. Farewell my friend. The fourth of April, 2853. The End.