Dear Jesus,
Visualize me a few minutes to finally leave my room. It was something like this:
*Sniff* I guess it's time to say my final goodbyes.
Holy Coven, I'll miss you. Not to worry, I'll birth your twin over there in McChyenne. Just don't get jealous when your replica becomes way better, and much cooler than you.
Bulky, sacred diary, I'll take you along and buy a lock or seal on you. You are almost finished up. I'll use the remaining few pages to make doodles and sketches of my plans in McChyenne.
I wonder if I can get a better, bigger, and more beautiful diary than this one.
My still-young, lush bed, upon which I have gotten many revelations through the visions of the night, farewell. Wait for me. Holiday break isn't too far away.