The one thing I forgot to consider about this curfew is the power of Gen Z’s not giving a shit. Technically, the police have placed a curfew on all minors in the area but after about two weeks, kids have just stopped caring and going out anyways. It’s kind of hard to arrest all of us – or, more likely, the police just don’t actually care that much – which is a terrifying concept for everyone except for me. And now I can go outside after dark without being suspicious which is such a fucking relief. But also…
Do you ever
work so hard to get something and then once you get it, you have no idea what
to do with it? I’ve been trapped inside for two weeks, just waiting and waiting
to get out and now that it’s here, I don’t know where to start. So many people
to kill in so many ways, the choices are overwhelming.
I wish I
had more to report but I’ve just been doodling in my math notebook all the
different methods with which I want to kill people and I just can’t decide. Do
I want something bloody? Something subtle? Something quick or slow? A knife, a
rope, a screwdriver? Something conventional or unusual? I have this dream of
running someone over with a lawn mower but it’s autumn now so I might have to
put that dream on hold.
Maybe I should
go through mom’s old entries to find inspiration. Something’s gotta jump out at
me. She was an incredibly creative and prolific killer.
Or maybe I just
miss her and want to hear her voice.
Both, I
think.
Sincerely,
Casey
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