Dear diary,

My “parents” force me to work several jobs, then take my earnings for their own spending, because they themselves don’t want to work. They don’t even buy food or clothes with my money — the woman spends it on alcohol, while that man gambles it away. Yet they have the audacity to wonder why we’re poor.

I’ve been able to save up some money behind their back, and I almost have enough to buy a small apartment. Just a few more months, then I can leave this rundown place.

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Dear diary,

I finally escaped that wretched house, but the memories still haunt my nightmares. If I have too much free time, my mind can’t help but travel back to the past.

When will it leave me? I don’t want to carry this burden for the rest of my life. All the beatings, shouting, and threats — I want nothing to do with it anymore.

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Dear diary,

I’ve been promoted in my job at a restaurant. Now, my wage is worth more than all the others put together. It does mean I have to work even harder though, so I had to quit my other jobs.

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Dear diary,

Today, I got a phone and a wifi router. I was looking for some entertainment, and I found a site for webnovels. I’ve grown to like them, especially the transmigration genre. The idea of being brought to another world, and leaving Earth behind… It’s something I wish I could experience.

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Dear diary,

I got fired. Something about the manager’s daughter wanting my position, I don’t know. I’ve been trying to look for a similar position elsewhere, but no one wants to accept me — after all, I never even had a proper education.

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Dear diary,

Not even my webnovels feel comforting. I don’t want to continue like this anymore.

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Dear diary,

This will be my last entry. Today, I die. If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll become a main character and reincarnate in another world.

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Dear diary,

I actually reincarnated in another world! My last memory was a rope to my neck, but I suddenly woke up in the arms of a woman. In the body of a _baby_.

It’s been a few years since then, and this life is really different from the previous one. Here, I’m the fourth son of a count, living in a huge manor. There’s not even any setbacks or neglect; my parents care for me, my brothers play with me whenever I ask, and the servants treat me with respect. I’ve never been happier.

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Dear diary,

My mother gave birth today. Now, I’m an older brother of the most adorable sister in the world.

This life is everything I’d ever dreamed of. I don’t know if some god took pity on me at dearh, or if I was just lucky, but I’m really glad I was reborn into this fate.