Dear Dairy,

That seems like such a dumb way to start this, here I am just days after getting let free and I’m just writing a diary as if I’m a child with their dream journal, If it wasn’t so damn depressing I would actually laugh.

I’ve never done this before obviously, I don’t even know what I'm supposed to do here, I mean am I supposed to act as though you’re a real person that I'm talking to? Do I just write bullet points, finger paint? Shit I’m actually talking as if I'm expecting an answerback, am I really that tapped in the head? Well, I guess that all depends on who you ask am I right? Damn, now I'm making jokes to you.

This is weird if it wasn’t for the fact I know Doc is going to quiz me about this there's no way in hell id be writing this right now, not like I've not jack with a side order of shit to write about anyway, I’m just your typical guy, seems stupid to be writing about my life as if I’m interesting. But Doc kind of didn’t leave me with much choice it's this or be a zombie, so here we are I guess I should tell you a bit about myself, not like I have anything else to talk about today work is practically dead.

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My name’s Nick I’m just your typical everyday twenty-six-year-old, working a dead-end job in a dead-ass town with no prospect of getting out of either despite my best efforts. I live with my Dad though I might as well live alone given how little we see each other, not that recent events have helped with that, he can barely look at me at all now in any case. I have a brother, apparently anyway if you consult the family tree though I'm pretty sure thirty years ago my dad stumbled upon the say to clone humans and kept it a close-guarded secret, that or we need to call a doctor to surgically remove his lips from my dad's ass.

So yeah that’s me in a nutshell I guess, like I said typical and boring enough said really, I think I'm going to talk to Doc on our next appointment about all this, because is there really any point? I said I'd try it and I have, I might add some other stuff here and there maybe but again and I can't stress this enough nothing exciting ever happens to me, the last few weeks were the exception, not the rule, but people can't seem to wrap that around the thick skulls, what does Doc want from me? Does he want me to keep a running tally of how many times Miss Harper's dog has shit on the floor? If so I think you can a new one to the count, guess whose job it is to clean that up?

See you later Dairy.