Dear Diary...

She's dead, she's... fucking dead... I don't know what to do... i found her dead in an alleyway... gunshot and stab wounds everywhere... i was literally holding her and crying, hugging her... i wanted her to be ok so i can call the hospital but... she stopped beating... she's gone...

Whoever killed her, i will make sure you'd fucking regret it, i swear, I'LL MAKE SURE, THAT YOU'D WEEP AND WEEP WHEN I FIN ALLY HIT YOU SO H ARD, YOU JUST MADE A VERY B AD MIST AKE, YOU SON OF A BITC H.

I couldn't tak e it no l onger... i have to do s ometh ing... i don't want to go to her fu neral because i can't han dle myself, she was my love, my everything, my... comfort... I'll th ink a bout it soon er. ..

Goodbye.