Dear diary,
I don't even know why I should be doing this. I guess my therapist decided it would "help" me. But all this "dear Diary" crap is just a bunch of nonsense. Well, whatever. Here goes nothing. So today was another one of those bad days. One of those days where I just need to set something on fire. Or where I just need to throw a cat up in a tree or some crap. It just makes me feel better for some reason. Like when you really have to pee and when you finally get to the bathroom it just feels good, like a weight lifting off of your shoulders or some other metaphor. Anyway, this morning I kinda sorta snuck into old Mr. Broussards house and maybe kinda stole his dead wives jewelry... then set his bed on fire. He's fine but boy did it feel good. It felt so damn good. I couldn't help myself. And I'm not sorry about it. There. I'm sure that's what therapist know-it-all wanted to hear. So I'm done with this bull.
Sincerely,
Baldwin Cresco
A/N~~ Hi everyone! thank you for reading this first part to my story! Just know upcoming chapters will be a bit longer and I will try to update consistently but sadly I can make no promises. And I am completely open to constructive criticism. Thank you again :)
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Twins~~original story ❤️
Teen FictionTwins are a widely known concept. Two children born at the same time. both deemed worthy to be born. but what happens when a child who isn't worthy is born into the world? what do you get? you get serial killers, thieves, and Baldwin Cresco
