March 3, 1988
First Photos. Reminds me of my 16th birthday.
First Photos. Reminds me of my 16th birthday.
I've been looking for something. Maybe chasing all of this is to help me get some distance. I feel like another person. Someone with power, but I know I'm nobody. That's a good thing, it makes all of this so much easier. They can forget me, my face. Not yet dead but still a ghost. They don't know how good it feels to hold this against their head when they sleep. I decide. I decide if they see tomorrow. It's my little secret.
Almost caught. Feels good. Like sex.
Everyday I feel dirtier. I'm drowning in my own filth.