5th May 1890 Dear Diary, I swear that painting is looking at me funny. How do I know? Because I started it. I looked at it funny first. This house is huge. It’s like I know where every room is, like I’ve seen it in a dream. It’s so full of… things I recognize. Wait, […]
11th March 2016 Dear Diary, Joined the Force. Not the Star Wars one. The REAL one. Look at me now: on the highest of SWAT teams, buying weapons with my own money. My government hates me. 12th March 2016 Dear Diary, Frank is a moron. He flashed me twice with a flashbang. I think he’s […]