I could barely look at the monster.

Now, everyone was running for their dear precious lives. I was too. The wind whipped my tangled hair. I haven’t washed or brushed my hair for days, I didn’t even set back a simple loose hair from my face, nothing, absolutely nothing. The strands of my hair don’t even look the gorgeous chocolatey brown it usually is— it’s more of a pasty, soulless gray from all ...

You’re gentle, yet you are rough

You’re quiet, yet you are loud

You’re gaze is warm, yet sharp

All combined into the horrible person you are

I think I can love you, yet I regret my decisions

I think I can fall in love, yet I still stand waiting to fall

I think I can give in to your touch, yet I doubt that wondrous feeling

All combined into the horrible person you are

“I swear, I’ll kill you if yo...

(TW: MURDER etc.)

April 20th, 1989.

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My Dearest Diary,

I have been invited to play Truth Or Dare with a bunch of people in a club. I am so excited! The person who wins, or as they said in the invitation, “survives”, will win a bunch of money! I have to go to bed now, I’ll see you later.

April 21st, 1989

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My Dearest Diary,

I’m pretty bummed. I chose dare and someone d...