Goddamnit. Why, diary, why won't you let me go?

I was going to lock it, which is to say I was going to... not kill it. Just put it in a coma. And then I notice this guestbook entry from yesterday:

you are a great journalist. i used to read your diary back when i was insane. (diary name is STATIC, username hyphendot) now that i'm normal and working hard finishing my degree at UIC, i don't waste time writing anymore, maybe one day. good luck with your self expression, it's always enjoyed and instructive to read. not too many pure souls left who actually have something interesting to say.

How can I walk away now?

I swear, I'll be typing in these entries with my robot hands when it's 2084.

Or maybe by then you'll be able to type with your mind...?

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What, exactly, is that something interesting that I have to say? Do inform me.