Goddamnit, get me out of my head! It's getting kind of cramped in here. I'm FuCkInG fighting this monster inside but I know she's won. This is the only place the real me shows through. I hate reading the notes she leaves for me. FUck. Get me out of here. They don't even know what I need! I can't stop crying.. I wish that I had never been born.
Ugly.fat.psycho.murderer.bitch.ugly.fat.
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A journal of the criminally insane.
HorrorYou know, I can still hear her voice sometimes, or her last breath. I wanted to catch it in a jar so she would never stop breathing. So that she would not be lost. But that wouldn’t have saved her. Nothing could. She’s gone. And she’s never coming...
