Na Sue Lan

Dear Diary,

Splendid. How could i not have known that it was you, Diary that would betray me?
It was you on that midnight dreary that looked down from the barrel of that gun and pumped round after round of lead into my still beating heart.
But, ahoy, I live on, diary, you viscious bastard. And now I have you here, cornered and shaking in dread - Oh, Matt, don't kill me!

But, ha, I will kill you, diary. You smarmy twit.
Take that: OOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOO OO O OOOOOO

Ha, look at those smoking holes, chump.

Peace,
Diary man