Welp. The
curfew is still on because surprise, surprise, they still haven’t caught the Fraternity
Killer. Because that’s what they’re calling me this week – even though it makes
zero sense! The victim nor the location were a fraternity so why has the media
started attributing this kid’s death to college partying? Who knows. Maybe it
made a better story than underage drinking at a prominent lawyer’s house.
Oh yeah.
Learned that little tidbit after the fact. It wasn’t the lawyer’s son but their
kid hosted the party while they were out of town. Now suddenly the news has
shifted the narrative away from her house? I smell a coverup. That doesn’t
matter to me so much as this fucking curfew!
Everyone at
school is paranoid and angry. Teachers are less than understanding and parents
are less so. It’s like the whole student body is walking around in a haze with
nothing to do and nowhere to go. It’s harkening back to days we only JUST left
behind and everyone is miserable.
I don’t
really know what can be done, though. I can’t exactly turn myself in and with
the narrative being so muddled, I doubt the police are anywhere near pinning
the crime on someone. Maybe they’ll declare it cold soon. Just give up. I
generally pray for the police to be shit at their jobs and be defunded – for my
own reasons but also ACAB – but now more than ever, I just need them to leave
it alone so everyone can get back to their lives.
I don’t
feel guilty for causing this. Not a lot, anyways. So if it could just… go away?
That would be great, thanks.
Sincerely,
Casey
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