Dear Diary
I want to kill and you have to believe... uou have to believe it's for more than selfish reasons. More than a spoke in my menstrual cycle. You
have to believe me.
Seventeen is the last year Mom buys the Twinkies. When you make the
jump from working weekends at Pizza Hut to thirty years at I.B.M., you lose something. Not innocence... power.
Christ, I can't explain it, but I'm allowed an understanding that my parents and these Remington University assholes have chosen to ignore. I understand I must stop Heather.
Betty Finn was a true friend and I sold her out for a bunch of Swatch dogs and Diet Cokeheads. Killing Heather'd be like offing the Wicked Witch of the West. Or is it East? West! I sound like a psycho. Tomorrow I'll be kissing her aerobicized ass but tonight let me dream of a world without Heather. A world where I am free.
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Veronica Sawyer diary entries
Randomso i wanted to write veronicas journal for a cosplay but i didn't find anywhere her entries written so i found them and decided to help others out i will be including all the entries and letters from off-broadway to west end and the original movie s...
