The final entry

Dear diary, I lied.

There was never any hope. What I wrote? Lies, something for you to find and give you the taste of hope. But now you'll find this page, and realize the awful truth...

There was never a safe passage, there wasn't any shelter at the bottom of the mine. All you will ever find is a cemetery for the likes of you. And if you wish for an apology, know that you will rot down there before I even begin to consider it.

And if you somehow escaped the mine and saw daylight, I would find you and do it to you all over again! Then I’d kick your shin all the way back down the mineshaft and onto permanent graveyard shift. At last you shall see what has been waiting down there for you all this time.

And you’d lose your mind to that awful truth, stuck in a mine with no sanity, banging your head on the walls and yelling at the top of your lungs so much that The area would be thought to be haunted. Finally, you'd die, and no one would recall the likes of you again.