12 April 2017

Dear Diary.

Now I’m running from the police I killed my own mother I can’t believe it I’m sure Satan is doing this I don’t know what to do anymore I’m just a mess after coming to California I hate myself but luckily I found a spot where I’m sure the police won’t find me this time sorry diary but I have no time to waste but if I was alive right now I wouldn’t have time to write you but can a ghost can’t have time .

I’m feeling really cold I have no blanket I really miss Tara and mom when I would be sad we would all sleep outside like we were camping it was fun and we would tell anecdotes on our own experience it happened last year the view was idyllic I really liked it.