Dear Diary,
Didn’t save the world today. Last chance, but it felt like any other day. Same routine, nothing more. No grand farewell, no words of encouragement, no 'You did your best.' Just emptiness. I left for the last time, my mind as quiet as the room I left behind. No tears, no dramatic exit. Just walking away from something that was supposed to matter, but somehow never did. Maybe I should feel something about it, but honestly, I don’t. Sometimes the world isn’t saved, and you just let it go. That’s all there is to it.
Signed,
The Youngest of Patricks