Dear Diary,
I'm under so much pressure. Being evil and power-hungry takes a lot out of a person. Every time I choke or threaten someone, I feel exhausted. Everybody thinks it's so easy, always being so confident and wonderful, but in reality it's quite difficult, especially when all you want to do is destroy a few planets without having to worry about someone fucking up and creating a million extra problems that I have to then solve. People on this ship are so unreliable. If there wasn't so much to do, I would handle everything myself, but unfortunately I have to rely on these incompetent losers to keep this business going.
Today I asked Master if it was possible to clone me so that the crew would be of a more competent kind, but he said no. Apparently, as I'm more machine than man at this point, it would not be feasible.
I had a dream last night. It's weird, because I rarely ever dream, and even when I do, it's just vague images and sounds from the day Obi-Wan cut off basically all my limbs (that bastard). But this time it was different. I don't remember much, but I feel like there was a baby, and bright lights and stuff. I have no clue what that means, but maybe it will make sense eventually – that's why I'm writing it down, so that I don't forget.
Not much else has been happening, and I have things to do anyway, so I'll just stop writing now.
P.S.: I need to go choke someone now, but I haven't decided whether to kill them or just make them think I'm going to kill them. I guess I'll just let the moment decide.
Vader