God exists because it is impossible to believe how else life could have appeared on this planet. There has to be a God to create this Universe, and the fact that life has emerged on earth, even though it is very unlikely, is proof of that.

So all our existence has a meaning, even if it is ungraspable.

The Bible states that we are the result of a divine influence. Those who think that the Holy Book is written by men to justify their made-up beliefs do not take into account that, amongst other surprising facts, the Book incorporates some very accurate predictions.

So, for whatever reason, my shirt smells like cologne.

...

I own none?

Like-

I am genuenly confused.

But at the same time-

I'm all for it.

I should be frightened. I should be absolutely terrified. I'm alone in a strange place, filled with strange people and things I've never seen before.

But I'm not. I feel excited! Is that wrong? Susan would say that it is. But how can it be wrong? This place is so beautiful! So wonderful! And Mr. Tumnus is so kind. How can it be wrong to be happy here?

I think it's been a long time since Susan was happy. We used to have fun. She used to play with me. She hardly even talks to me anymore.

Peter's alright. I think he thinks he has to take care of us, now that Dad's gone away. He tries so hard to be the perfect big brother, but I think I liked it better when he didn't try so hard.

And Edmund - Mum would be angry with me for saying so, but I don't really like Ed right now. Susan and Peter, they're just trying to be grown-ups, but Edmund is just mean. I don't know why. He teases me all the time.

I wish . . . I wish we could go back to the way it was before. Before the war. We were happy then. Maybe if I bring them all here, maybe then we could be happy.

Dear Diary,

It’s me, again. Rapunzel here writing to tell you about my day. It pretty much looks the same as yesterday and the day before, and the day before. But anywho...

As I sit here brushing my hair for the seventh...no, eighth time today, I still wonder when will my life begin? I finally finished the mural on the ceiling today, with a little help from Pascal. What a silly little chameleon! He kept blending in with the paint making it quite the challenge to finish the stars.

Now that the mural is complete, I stare outside the window, the world intriguing me more and more everyday with its vivid colors and delightful smells. Momma still refuses to let me out of the tower even though I’ll be eighteen next week.

Ahh, next week I’ll see the lights. It truly is the most beautiful sight to see on a clear night. They look like floating stars, carrying wishes up to heaven. I still wonder what they could be. Maybe this year I will finally find out. Maybe this year I will be brave and stand up to momma, but I already know her answer. I need to find another way out.

Wait, I hear a noise. I think someone is here. I’ll be back...

Dear Diary,

So me and the boys just got back from a hunt in TX. It was very tiring. The killer was another demon, must be some sort of pattern. Dean just headed out to get him and Sam somthing to eat. I miss the complex taste of a pb&j. Now I can taste every molecule, its not fun. TBH I wish I was a human again, minus the whole me almost dying thing. Sam is with Jack, they are looking on the street cams to see if they can find any hint of Lucifer. Yup still the end of the world but what else is new. Its the life I chose but these boys didnt have a choice, not really. Sammy tried to get out but he just got pulled right back in. I cant wait to just shut the gates of hell and be done with it, but doing so means someone has to die, Im not letting Dean do it, heś to importent to me, all of them are, but this is Sam´s falut so he should be the one to clean up this mess. Oh hold on Deans back, More later...

My dearest,

I will never look back Zohra, believe me after the condition you kept for me to prove my love to you, you will long for me after you begin to realize what you might have lost and maybe one day when you’ll look for me; believe me when I say that I’ll be waiting for you to remind you of each and everything you said but never will I abandon you. Be sure of one thing that you’ll find me exactly where you left me, it will only be in body that I’ll walk the journey of life but my soul will remain exactly where you left it.

Oh my love-the water to my soul, they say that love at first sight is merely attraction but when I saw those eyes of yours-the only thing I could see of you, the window to your soul; I knew then that I need not see anything else apart from them to know who you are and where you truly belong. You belong next to the very person you seek and you seek someone who loves and cherishes you, respects you as if you were their equal; in other words someone who understands you like your image in the mirror and believe me if you let me show you’ll see that I am probably the only one that truly does.

Love worth the world to you

The one whom you’ve entrapped in your beautiful eyes