Date: 12/12/2001 9am-8pm: The Diary

  I’m not sure how you’re supposed to use these things. I just write things as I go, I guess?

  Well, it’s my birthday today.

  I’m 17 now.

  For some reason mom gave me this diary.

  I think a lot of other kids might dislike it, but I’ve always thought that keeping a diary might be interesting.

  The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.

  I guess that’s why mom got it for me.

  But I have to go for now. My friends want to bring me to what I’m guessing is a poorly planned surprise party. sometimes I forget about how the world apparently ended. Everything seems Normal.

  I’m happy I guess.

  It’s snowy outside.

  I came back to get my jacket, but I think I’ll bring this along with me.

  I don’t know why I’m writing this diary exactly, but it feels important.

  It was indeed a surprise party. I had a ton of fun and we messed around for hours.

  Mom said I could stay out late tonight.

  My friends had to go home already, so I’m out here in the woods alone, at night.

  I thought it would be scarier. The moon is pretty. The lake reflects it like a beautiful painting.

  It’s quite peacefu