Dear Diary,
Things are really bad. Doesn't help that I can't stop contemplating about the indifferent and cold randomness of the world we exist in.
I know the best option is to end it, should have taken that step all those years ago. But doing it now would be an unforgivable selfish act and a disservice to my loved ones.
I hope I get to turn my life around and leave a positive mark as my existence up to this point has been a net negative. But can I? I am stuck where I am because I am unable to act, like a deer frozen with fear while headlights of insensate Time hurtle towards me.