❝Dear Diary:

I want to KILL, and you have to believe it’s for more than just selfish reasons, more than just a spoke in my menstrual cycle. You have to BELIEVE ME.

Oh 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 that I must STOP HEATHER.

Betty Finn was a true friend and I sold her out for a bunch of SWATCH DOGS and DIET COKE HEADS. Killing Heather would be like offing The Wicked Witch of The West. Wait, East. West!  GOD, I sound like a FUCKING PSYCO!

Tomorrow I’ll be kissing her aerobicized ASS, but tonight, let me dream of a world without Heather, a world where I am FREE.❞