The city is dying.Â Always must fight.Â Stranger doffed his cap to me today.Â Punched him.Â Got arrested.
Different stranger bailed me out.Â Didnât know him.Â Can still say he didnât seem to be himself.Â Told me about a club.Â Seemed nice.Â Might check it out.
Must stop everyone from everything.Â Scum is everywhere and itâs eating away on the city.
Talked to Betsy today.Â Made her smile.Â Not going to assume anything just yet.
Went to that club.Â Liked it.
Liked it a lot.
Will definitely go again.Â Very strict club.Â Wonât talk more about it.
Talked to Betsy again.Â Â Â She is garbage.
The city needs me.
Am loving this club.Â Want to tell someone.Â Canât.Â Everyone there is awesome.Â Some are tough.Â Wonât say more.
Canât even tell Betsy.Â Nervous about asking Betsy out.Â Might not.
Want to kill the city.
The city reaches out to me.Â Its arm is infected and oozing.Â City must die so I can save it.Â Betsy must die.
Met new girl today.Â Hangs out with the leader of my new club.Â Really want to talk to you about it.Â Canât, because the first two rules are the same.
Might talk to new girl.Â Wonât.
New girl ignoring me.Â Always hanging out with guy from club.Â Want to kill her.Â Want to watch her get killed.
Makes me think of Betsy.
Clubâs still awesome.
Have to stop club.Â Canât let Betsy die.Â Need Betsy.Â Club means the end.Â End means end of Betsy.
Canât let it happen.Â Like Betsy.Â Hell, like like Betsy.
Canât give that up.
Canât give up on the city.
Betsy proposed.Â Said yes.Â Ceremony tomorrow, but already having cold feet.Â Canât help but think that feet are a dish best served cold.Â Want to eat feet.Â Must stopâ¦ somethingâ¦
Do you ever get the feeling that you forgot something?Â I know.Â Of course not.Â Because youâre a diary. Â I just feel like I forgot something.Â If only I could read, then I could read you and recall this important important thing I was supposed to do.Â Sadly, you are the only thing I know that knows how to read.Â Like that book, Fight Club.Â Can't believe they wrote me out of the whole goddamn thing.
Betsy says hi.
Will be my last entry.Â Previous entry too meta.Â Mailing this to someone who cares.Â My mum.
Feeling much better about the scum of the city. Will get better.
I think of death.Â I smile.
In a good way.
City will be fine.Â Especially with that nice Adrian Veidt boy around.
Such a nice boy.
How did these hyper-specific tropes spread so quickly?
The Hollywood rumor mill has been playing games with celebrity deaths for at least a century.
Most rich kids just want to be pop stars.