{18th december 2012}
dear jen,
do you think liz is angry at the person who ran her over?
i feel sort of sick thinking about it, but i guess that might just be me. i think now, i'm not that angry any more. just sad - i think, if they'd slowed down a bit? if they'd bothered to stop at the red traffic light?
my god, jen, sometimes, though - sometimes i get so angry i honestly think i could kill them.
i could.
like, just - just screw them up, kill them like they killed her, because just because it was an accident doesn't mean it wasn't their fault - it was their fault, jen, it was completely their fault, do people not understand that things can be an accident and still be someone's fault?
i could.
i could kill them.
but only sometimes.
i could kill someone.
could you kill someone?
i don't think you could, jen. you're not like me. you're a good person. like, a properly good person. i can see it when you talk to people. you just kind of smile and nod and make sure you listen to absolutely every word they say, every single word - god, jen, how do you do it?
and you look so bloody pretty when you do it, too.
god, it doesn't even make sense, jen.
you don't make sense.
i don't make sense.
nothing makes sense.
i could kill someone.
nothing makes sense.
definitely not these letters, anyway.
