Dear Diary,
I feel as if I don't have any purpose anymore. All my life I've thought that I would make an impact on someone. I was wrong. The bag I lay in is suffocating, and I don't think I can take it anymore.
Wait! The seal is broken! Ah, fresh air! Oh my goodness that monster's hand is coming down on me! Up I go, into the great abyss (MOUTH). This must be the end. CHOMP! CHOMP! I'm slowly falling apart. I can't believe this is happening. It's
starting the become a pool in here (SALIVARY GLAND). Big, fat, white monsters (TEETH) are crunching me into tiny pieces. I'm being flipped up into a tube (ESOPHAGUS) by a humongous pink lob (TONGUE).