Dear Diary,
Please... I need help...
I'm so weak... I get weaker by the day... He's broken my spirit... he's winning.
I can't let him win... If I do, he'll...
God.... is there a God? I doubt it so much. Surely no God would put me through this...
He's in my dreams when I sleep... and he's in my mind when I wake. Whispering... torturing... slowly killing me with his words. And that's all they are. Words. Words of poison. The words which will kill me.
He's winning... somebody... please... Somebody help me...
Put a stop to him... How? How do I kill him...?