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.
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