journal entries.

dear journal,
it is september 21, 2031. Today, when i got to work, i found out that i was being laid off. two hours later, i found out my boss had my name on the wrong list. i was elated. i went to lunch and on the way back was rear ended in the rain. i was an hour and a half late getting back to work. i was fired upon returing. when i got home i found out that one of klaras workers had come into my house because of suspision of having more then one child. i opened my front door to what was my dead wife and two children on the ground.


Dear journal,
Today is october 5, 2031. The funeral for my wife and two children was planned for today. Apparently my stupid neighbor whom works for the government of klara reported my planning for a funeral. Knowing that funerals are against the law here in klara, the government official sent out troops to burn the bodies of my wife and two children. I question life. Whats the purpose? Maybe i'll wait to find out.

Dear journal,
Today is january 6, 2031. 30 years ago I would normally be going to church with my wife and kids on a sunday afternoon like this, but now that it is against the law to be anything but athiest, i am forced to sit at home and do nothing with my life. Im dangling my legs out of the window of my daugters bedroom, 5 stories from the ground. The government has taken everything from me. Everything i had to live for. The only thing that made me happy, its all gone. Nothing left. They feed on making my life miserable. I will no longer be a victim of this living hell. Today I will give my life to the cold hard concrete that lies beneath me. They may do with my body what they please, but as for my soul, may it rest in peace.