Dear Diary,
I'm so ashamed. I don't even know if I am willing to admit to the heinous crime that I am personally guilty of committing. Maybe if I simply begin by explaining how I became wrapped up in this horrible and vicious attack.
I was sitting in my room, working on my humanitarian efforts via an email to a particularly embittered journalist for some two-bit paper, when I became aware of a quiet buzzing in my ear. At first I thought that maybe I had played the music in my headphones too loud and had some sort of residual effect, but alas, it was not so...
The buzzing grew louder and louder, until I could no longer deny that a vile, disgusting and no doubt disease-ridden insect of the mosquito variety had penetrated the sanctity of my work area. I swear, I tried to ignore the damn thing, but before I knew it, the little demon had left a trail of SIX bites behind my ear, along my hairline. I told the bug that this behavior, as a guest in my home, was unacceptable, but lacking culture as these beings so often do, it was unresponsive and continued to bite.
I surmised that it was taunting me, so I swatted at it with all my might and after an embarassingly large amount of attempts, I finally managed to bring the rebel down.
I had barely had the chance to glory in my triumph over evil, when it suddenly occurred to me that I had murdered this creature. A saying that I once read on a kitchen plaque resurfaced in my consciousness: "If you ever felt that your voice was too small to make a difference, try falling asleep with a mosquito in your bedroom." (or something to that effect) Here I was, writing this objection, trying to have my voice word, while unceremoniously extinguishing the little guy.
My hypocrisy is my burden.
Despairingly and penitently yours,
Vigilante Swatter
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