23:47
December 14, 2006
It was a cold night. I was walking alongside the road. The sound of snow crunching as I walked. I love you. I couldn't stop thinking about Her. What are you doing? I couldn't help myself. GET AWAY FROM ME!!! HELP! Her body was so lifeless and heavy as I moved it. I had to get inside before I went insane. I decided to stop at a gas station. "Good evening, sir." I feel bad for the cashiers. Having to greet people every time they walk in. It is pathetic. I grabbed a pack of Marlboro Blacks. I paid the money and left. I walked home. On my way home, I heard someone scream. New York is a bitch.
