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[inthistwilight]

im 37 and ive never kissed any i liked, only when i wanted to lure them outside to kill them from bars.








and ive never had sex either.









[.... WHAT.






Forever trying to rip the page out.]

Comments

[fellfrommyheart.livejournal.com]

[Dylan takes a while to answer. She threw her journal across the room and left it there. EVIL THING.]


because they were evil. they did bad, awful things.

[thehighestwing.livejournal.com]

Oh. Um, you probably shouldn't be killing them anyway?

But.

... do you want to have sex someday? Because I don't think it really matters how old you are, you'll find someone you'll want to kiss and be intimate with if that's the case.

[fellfrommyheart.livejournal.com]

i should. its


its a thing i do. personal thing.

its very... complicated.


i think so because im sick of being all that with the killing and the not really having much of a good life. so im trying to stop killing so much and do normal things that a girl should. and then maybe

yeah. it would be nice one day. and scary.

[Being close to people freaks her out a little, okay? ;;]

[locked, for dylan's privacy]

[thehighestwing.livejournal.com]

complicated how?

i mean, if you want to tell me. you obviously don't have to and we're strangers but... i think i could get it.

everyone deserves to have a good life. i think everyone could if they worked for it.

it's definitely scary to put yourself out there but trust me when i say? it's also really, really wonderful.

[loooocked]

[fellfrommyheart.livejournal.com]

[Long, long pause. She doesn't want to be openly honest about this, but she can't seem to help it. She seems to be writing faster than she can think.]

i kill men who hurt or kill women. sometimes theyre human. they laugh about beating their wives and girlfriends in bars. when they avoid jail when they kill little girls cos the system is fucked up.

i do it when no one else will.

because i know what its like to not have anyone bring justice. when nobody comes to help.

[She doesn't write anything for a long time. She feels sick and wants to curl up into a corner and cry. Shakily, she writes:]



ive been stuck doing that for so long. i lost everyone in the end.

i want nice things now. i want wonderful.