So this is it. I'm feeling a little sad that I no longer will be writing in this diary. Unfortunately there is noone to pass this diary onto. The diary will therefore come to an end, though not dead. Hopefully someone one day will find it, and if not carry it on, at least read it.
I have no choice but to turn into a chrysalis, I can feel it happening now. At least now that there isn't anymore caterpillars the aphids can be dealt to. Diary you have been a great companion, writing side-by-side. You have been passed down through generations of my family. You know our inner most thoughts without complaining. For that w (...)