The diary of a psychopath, day 3 (#16/365)

Dear Diary,

She didn’t like my cake.

She sneered at my cake and slammed the door in my face!

Does she know who I am, Diary? Does she know what happened to the last pretty little thing that pushed me away?

I’ve decided to take things to the next step without her. I won’t give her another chance to turn me and my presents down.

The cat turned up again, Diary. I guess he was hiding somewhere. He looks as cute and furry and warm as ever. Doesn’t look hungry, either. Bet he took after daddy and caught his own dinner.

The diary of a psychopath, day 2 (#16/365)
The keyboard (#18/365)

Sebastian

I am a tall, hairy, British writer who blogs about technology, photography, travel, and whatever else catches my eye.

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