Fucking fuckity fuck fuck
I keep fantasising about killing my mother. I donāt because I donāt know where sheās hidden 60 grand that rightfully belongs to me.
But I think if I knew where it was Iād probably do it. Itād be really easy to get away with, because sheās a drunk and sheās always falling down and falling into things, so a strategically placed item on her staircase would probably do it.
But then I donāt because I worry about some CSI motherfucker figuring it out and catching me. But honestly getting caught is my main reason to not do it.
I keep going on and off meds and itās really fucking me up. I am having a lot of fantasies right now.
I occasionally terrorise people for funsies. I have new neighbours and I have been doing graffiti on their house at 3am, Iāve slashed their tires and Iāve put duct tape over their license plates. I just donāt like that they have two cars. So Iām punishing them.
I often do this. Punish people who I think deserve it.
I had bad service at a restaurant so I took a shit on the floor instead of in the toilet so theyād have to clean it.
A cafe in a city which I donāt live in, but visit often, put a code lock on the toilet door after I took a huge blood clot Iād passed on my period and smeared it all over the walls.
I keyed a bunch of cars around my town, so many that people thought there was a gang of roaming kids doing it.
A guy I knew bought what he thought was speed from me, but it was a crushed up pro plus tablet. Then he told me he had āoverdosedā on it with a bunch of pills heād bought and had been hospitalised. The pills were vitamin tablets.
This stuff is often blamed on kids and drug addicts.
I feel proud when I see people talking about it on the local crime Facebook group.
Then Iāll just stop for months.