Dear Diary,

Screw everything! The only reason why I'm stuck writing in this stupid-ass thing is because Mr. "Oh, I'm better than you because the Supreme Leader loves me more", or as he prefers, General Hux, was tired of my constant whining about my parents.

He says I need to "stop acting like such a child since I'm making the First Order look bad and writing in a journal would get my frustrations out". Fucking idiot…

You know what the worse thing was? Phasma, my half-brother who I recently found out existed, DJ (who happened to be a new member after betraying the Rebellion, suddenly, he's not so much of an idiot as I thought originally), and everyone else in this stupid organization agreed.

Whoever is reading this journal: one, why the hell are you even reading this? Two, I wish I could stop writing, but Hux will be on my ass.

Did I mention that Rey is up for this stupid plan too?

I can't say no to those beautiful eyes, that wonderful hair…damn it, I'm going off track.

Ugh, everything sucks and I want to just take my lightsaber and destroy this thing in my grandfather's name, but I've got "vent" like all the fucks I consider my followers say I should do.

There's nothing I would love to do, but shove this book up Hux's ass and scream at him. Well, look at that, I feel a little better letting that out.