Diary style, mixed first person and third person, very short, about 300 to 800 words, poor writing style
I am Berlin Ankerus, a writer or reporter. Miss Ayalita is my lover, but she is no longer alive.
They say I'm sick, no, I'm not.
But I am always drawn into the world of patients.
I didn't intentionally kill anyone, I was just forced to do it.
I'm sorry, brother, I can't live anymore.
Intention: slightly afraid