Personal Journal Entry
May 10
She’s been hunting. Offering up this one and that one and this completely unsatisfactory other one. Nothing. No one. They’re all imperfect. Too tall. Too short. Too brunette. Wrong height. Wrong hair. Wrong eyes.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong! Wrong!
She knows what she must do. I’ve known all along. Maybe, when I take HER, maybe when I kill HER, maybe I’ll leave her alone for a while. Like a little reward. Like a treat for my favorite pet. Maybe I’ll give her some peace again, at least for a short time. She’s always whining about wanting peace. She’s so weak.
SHE is too distracting. HER very existing offends me, and she knows it. Maybe I’ll pretend to become a productive member of society and act normal again for more than a week at a time after I kill HER.
