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Your Midweek Update for 19/10/22

The one thing I forgot to consider about this curfew is the power of Gen Z’s not giving a shit. Technically, the police have placed a curfew on all minors in the area but after about two weeks, kids have just stopped caring and going out anyways. It’s kind of hard to arrest all of us – or, more likely, the police just don’t actually care that much – which is a terrifying concept for everyone except for me. And now I can go outside after dark without being suspicious which is such a fucking relief. But also…

Do you ever work so hard to get something and then once you get it, you have no idea what to do with it? I’ve been trapped inside for two weeks, just waiting and waiting to get out and now that it’s here, I don’t know where to start. So many people to kill in so many ways, the choices are overwhelming.

I wish I had more to report but I’ve just been doodling in my math notebook all the different methods with which I want to kill people and I just can’t decide. Do I want something bloody? Something subtle? Something quick or slow? A knife, a rope, a screwdriver? Something conventional or unusual? I have this dream of running someone over with a lawn mower but it’s autumn now so I might have to put that dream on hold.

Maybe I should go through mom’s old entries to find inspiration. Something’s gotta jump out at me. She was an incredibly creative and prolific killer.

Or maybe I just miss her and want to hear her voice.

Both, I think.

Sincerely,

Casey

Your Midweek Update for 10/12/22

Welp. The curfew is still on because surprise, surprise, they still haven’t caught the Fraternity Killer. Because that’s what they’re calling me this week – even though it makes zero sense! The victim nor the location were a fraternity so why has the media started attributing this kid’s death to college partying? Who knows. Maybe it made a better story than underage drinking at a prominent lawyer’s house.

Oh yeah. Learned that little tidbit after the fact. It wasn’t the lawyer’s son but their kid hosted the party while they were out of town. Now suddenly the news has shifted the narrative away from her house? I smell a coverup. That doesn’t matter to me so much as this fucking curfew!

Everyone at school is paranoid and angry. Teachers are less than understanding and parents are less so. It’s like the whole student body is walking around in a haze with nothing to do and nowhere to go. It’s harkening back to days we only JUST left behind and everyone is miserable.

I don’t really know what can be done, though. I can’t exactly turn myself in and with the narrative being so muddled, I doubt the police are anywhere near pinning the crime on someone. Maybe they’ll declare it cold soon. Just give up. I generally pray for the police to be shit at their jobs and be defunded – for my own reasons but also ACAB – but now more than ever, I just need them to leave it alone so everyone can get back to their lives.

I don’t feel guilty for causing this. Not a lot, anyways. So if it could just… go away? That would be great, thanks.

Sincerely,

Casey