Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Today, I found myself swaying involuntarily, a silent ballet whispered from the depths of my very soul. I saw it clear as day: the Wednesday Addams costume of a ballerina, a morbid swan dancing in the abyss. Morticia once told me that even in the darkest souls, a sliver of light can find its home. Perhaps, my light is in the dance, a ballet that speaks of death and yet celebrates life in its most gruesome form. A dance only an Addams can perform.
Until the morrow.