Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
As I practiced my fencing today, I realized that the art of swordplay and ballet were not so different. Both demanded grace, precision, and a killer instinct. I imagined a ballet that combined the two, a dance of duels where each thrust and parry told a story of love, betrayal, and death. My Addams family Wednesday outfit seemed to understand, morphing into a warrior's garb, ready for battle on the stage of life and death.
Until the morrow.