Diary 567th day after the 7th sundown

Dear diary, I have been pondering these thoughts all day long. How, why and when did this wretched world dig its deep claws into my shallow female body? Will I ever be free of its clutches Will, I wonder, can I? Well, not day, I have been taming this malicious beast that is draining away at my heartfelt desire to be a ladylike creature of the night. Fear not though, I am still the same merryjog that came through your holes at night and granted you eerily through my own passion, this shan't pass either.

Day 9th of the 7th year

Patrick is back again, and at the door I might add. The night seems dug out today as well.