Friday, October 19, 2007

Sigh.

Demetri, do you hate me?

Thursday, October 18, 2007

That rave last night was great, that was the best E I've done in years!

I got a call from my lover last night. He wasn't really talkative, just said he was trying to get a job and wouldn't be home for a while. I wanted to bitch him out, but he hung up before then.

When he comes home I'm going to torture him.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

OH MY FUCKING GOD

I can't even believe he was there tonight! I'm so angry I can't sleep! I'm going to find where he lives and kick his ass!

So I go to Chris's house, right, and I get inside because the police don't pay attention to shit, and I'm in his kitchen. I remember he keeps his weed in a hidden cookie jar, so I decide to take that, too, and continue looking. I wore rubber gloves, in case you're wondering. I'm not an idiot.

So I get to the room he died in, and there's the symbol still on the wall. My camera wouldn't work, for some reason, once I got inside the house, so I have no photos. I was looking around, and there was nothing really different but the wood splinters and some scorch marks that look like burns on the walls. I went to get a closer look, and I really think they look like hand prints... that's really weird.

So I turn around after inspecting the wall, and THERE'S JOSH DEAU. WTFFFFF. He just smiles and waves at me, and tries to get his video camera to work, but it wouldn't. Fucked up, right? He said it had to do with electromagnetic frequencies. I told him he needs to get the fuck out before I scream and the lone cop outside comes to get him.

And then, from behind us, comes Alucard from two houses down, and in from the windows comes 3 other people! I didn't get a good look of them because Alucard had grabbed us and taken us outside, and went back in. I was freaking out by then and that weed seemed much more appealing, so I just went home. It was noisy, though, so it was hard to sleep.

Why is my life getting so strange? And why hasn't my boyfriend called in days?

Monday, October 15, 2007

God dammit.

Why did I have to find him?

I found Chris, DEAD, in his house. I was sneaking in so I could steal his Marilyn Manson CDs, but instead found that bullshit.

Burn in hell, Chris, I won't miss your rap music.

I wish my boyfriend would come over.

Ugh.

I'm really sick of my next door neighbors. All they listen to is crappy rap music. I wish Chris, especially, would jump off a bridge. He leers at me too much.