― Prude, Tuesday, 27 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Gale Deslongchamps, Tuesday, 27 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mike Hanle y, Tuesday, 27 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Tuesday, 27 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― jess, Tuesday, 27 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kerry, Tuesday, 27 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nude Spock, Tuesday, 27 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― dave q, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Honda, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mark C, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Menelaus Darcy, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― geoff, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Pete, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
But yeah, there's a few people who I really do dream about hurting very badly.
― chris, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
http://jezebel.com/teen-arrested-for-attempted-murder-after-her-diary-reve-1791561154
On Valentine’s Day, police were called to a disturbance at Moen’s house, where her mother said she’d had an altercation with her daughter, who she believed matched the description on the flyers. She also told police that Moen had a knife collection and had joked about the stabbing. In the ensuing investigation, authorities found Moen’s journal, which contained a chilling entry describing the attack: So, okay, I’ll start with the exciting bit. I stabbed an innocent woman to death earlier today. (Technically yesterday since it’s 1 am). It was absolutely fantastic. Murder gives me a high unlike any other, it feels like this crisp unreality. Flashing & sparkling. Adrenaline & shock. Fight or flight mode. How do I even go about describing it. The whole thing was unreal. I’m so proud of myself. I stabbed her like 20 times. Maybe more. I wasn’t counting. She screamed & grabbed at me saying “what the f***?! Help. Leave.” For now, I should explain why. Other than the fact that I’m a homicidal psychopath. I have a deep hatred towards people right now...Yesterday I lost my other gold ring I’ve worn all my life on a chain as it was ripped off by a girl I was murdering. Fate is weird..
So, okay, I’ll start with the exciting bit. I stabbed an innocent woman to death earlier today. (Technically yesterday since it’s 1 am). It was absolutely fantastic. Murder gives me a high unlike any other, it feels like this crisp unreality. Flashing & sparkling. Adrenaline & shock. Fight or flight mode. How do I even go about describing it. The whole thing was unreal. I’m so proud of myself. I stabbed her like 20 times. Maybe more. I wasn’t counting. She screamed & grabbed at me saying “what the f***?! Help. Leave.” For now, I should explain why. Other than the fact that I’m a homicidal psychopath. I have a deep hatred towards people right now...Yesterday I lost my other gold ring I’ve worn all my life on a chain as it was ripped off by a girl I was murdering. Fate is weird..
― j., Tuesday, 24 January 2017 19:00 (nine years ago)
"Crisp unreality" is a nice phrase, this girl writes pretty well for a teen.
― Treeship, Tuesday, 24 January 2017 19:27 (nine years ago)
mind probably ruined by reading novels
― j., Tuesday, 24 January 2017 19:42 (nine years ago)