((I'm testing out a more poetic style of speech, let me know what you think.))

Dear diary

I've talked before about how nations to aren't supposed to get close to humans. It's bad enough when you're merely friends with them, when they become something else, it hurts more than I can say....

My philosophers became somewhat of a family to me. Plato was my brother, Aristotle was my cousin, Diogenes was that slightly insane uncle everyone seems to have, Socrates was..... Socrates was my father....

I remember being there with his other students, watching him take that sip of hemlock. As I sobbed, Plato held me with one arm and wrote frantically with the other. I didn't understand how someone to lose to death so willingly.

Ancient Greece