Dear Diary,

I have recently obtained you in a timeline of unlikely events. I would explain them to you, but I do not have that much time today. Perhaps I can tell you some other day. Anyway, I thought I'd introduce myself to you, diary. I'm no good with these sort of 'in depth' introductions as I usually just exclaim that I am The Doctor and flaunt about for a bit doing clever things while people watch. But here it goes:

My name is The Doctor. Well actually, it isn't really The Doctor. 'Doctor Who?' they've been saying all of these years. I can never tell anybody my name. I say it's lost in the Medusa Cascade, but really, I just can't say it. I can't even tell you, dear diary, what my 'real' name is. I'm not even sure if I remember what my real name is. I'm so old now. My memory is fading. Oh gosh, I'm sidetracking a bit, aren't I?

Anyway, I'm 900 and something now, I think. Oh, who knows? I'm not sure myself. Okay, let's forget that. Umm... what can I say that I'm sure of to you, diary? Ah, I know! The human race, I love the human race! It's so... so... so HUMAN! Yes, there are good and bad humans, but although some can be the worst creatures I have ever come across; others can be the greatest people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. Some of whom have saved me in so many ways. I can never truly thank them. Mostly because many are long gone or have forgotten about me. I can't say I blame them. I have so much guilt from destroying so many people's lives. I wish I could apologise to them. Just once.

Oh gosh, I'm doing it again, aren't I? I'm rambling. Sorry, diary, I do this often. I suppose you will probably get used to it. I cannot change it; it's just the way I am.

Anyway, dear diary, I must leave you for now as the TARDIS phone is ringing!

Yours faithfully,

The Doctor