A/N I know I said the wait for this chapter wouldn't be too long. That was two and a half months ago and a damnable lie. My bad.
Dear die-ary, when I was out for my walk I found these two Styrofoam models of that little biscuit thing. Poking their bellies really is fun, now I know why everyone does it in the commercials.
Johnny C. 5/8 1:30 AM
holy sit I just heard an oise coming from a door ive never oticed before and ther was a guy chained up in there he was mad at me and I don't know why what the fuck is going on oh my god what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck
Dear die-ary, I just killed someone. My hands are shaking, I keep dropping my pencil. He was in my basement. When did I get a basement? When did I get a prisoner? He looked familiar, like I'd seen him somewhere before, but I couldn't really place him. I didn't want to kill him, I tried to explain that to him, but he just kept yelling at me. He called me a fagot and threatened to call the cops. I got scared and panicked. The scariest part is that I (scribbled out) I kind of (scribbled out) I (scribbled out) never mind.
Johnny C. 5/8 3:45 AM
A/N the italicized portion is supposed to have been written in a hurry. SO sorry for the wait guys.