Dear journal,
It's been recommended to me that I should start keeping a journal for my thoughts. People (Hux) think I let my rage out too much and it isn't good for the ship, apparently by writing down my thoughts this is supposed help. It's still manly though, because it's a journal and not a diary so I'm okay with trying it.
They don't get my outbursts though. Isn't the point of the dark side to give into anger? If I want to slash a few control buttons with my lightsaber because I can't get my hair to flip like the lead singer of Death Romance, I should be allowed to. No one understands. They think my life was all rainbows and sunshine. 'Oh you were raised by the legendary Leia and Han. How could your life be so bad?" Well, you know what? It did suck. Dad loved that wookiee thing way more than he ever loved me. He never said it, but I could just tell. Stupid wookiees. When I get total control of the galaxy I am getting rid of every wookiee out there. Wookie life day? More like wookiee death day. Death day would be way more badass. I'm going to make that a thing.
Not to mention I was so alone growing up. No one at school liked me. My shadow was my only friend. Have you ever tried playing hiding go seek with your shadow? You can't. It's impossible. My life sucked. Then they shipped me off to Skywalker and completely abandoned me. People always told me that Luke was some great Jedi, but he's not. He's so boring. He doesn't want to do anything fun like torture or listen to music really loudly. Just meditation and charity. Blah. How he could be the son of the great Darth Vader I'll never know. Darth Vader deserved a better son. He deserved me. If I was born in that time we would've been the best fighters out there. We would rule the galaxy and no one would stop us. I bet he would also have some great fashion tips for me. Not going to lie. I totally based off my look off him. Another reason I hate my parents, they always complained that I wore too much black. They didn't understand the darkness represents my soul and my feelings. One time mom got me a green shirt and it was the ugliest thing ever. I burned it. That is how much I couldn't stand to look at it. I couldn't fathom wearing anything other than black. When I fully embraced the dark side I debated on the mask for a while because why would I need a mask AND a hood but decided that if a mask was good enough for Anakin then it is good enough for me. Though, obviously I sometimes take the mask off unlike him, because it's really tough to talk with it on. Like, I sound super intimidating but I can also intimidate people with my face so I like to switch it up sometimes.
I have to go now, Hux just informed me we found a rebel base. . Maybe I'll continue with this another day.