Dear Diary,
A kid saw me today, and he looked full of life. I wanted to ask him to play with me at least just once. I've never really had any friends or much at all. Please won't you play with me from your father's side? I know that you don't know me and that this world is not kind after all, it killed me. I was happy once, and I know you were too. Please won't you play with me too? We could pretend that the world wasn't destroyed by adult means, and we can pretend that houses are full of kind people and lots of food. Isn't it nice to pretend once in awhile no matter what we must live with?
-The little deceased boy that you saw.