Dear Diary,

I thought that today would be normal, but that obviously is not the case. I thought it would be the regular waiting, excitement and the rejections. Well, it was but I never thought I would end up killing him. I felt shocked. Is that really who I am? Is that really what I am made to be? I.. I.. just don't know what came over me. I feel terrible. I wanted to forget that this incident had never happened, but its not as easy as you think Diary.

I tried running to Sam's grocery store. I practiced acting natural in front of my mirror. It didn't go that well. I smiled and practiced my speech.

"Hullo Sam"

"I want some potatoes please Sam. Yes and I think a can of peas"

It sounds alright. Doesn't it? Anyway, so I went to the grocery store. Despite the sound of the crash playing in my mind, I still carried on walking with confident strides. I repeated my speech. It sounded better than I thought actually.

What about the baby? Hopefully there are laws against pregnant murderers. Maybe it might be better if I am dead. I could.... No that would be silly. No, it's actually quite a good idea. If I was dead, I could just escape this messed up world and go and live the care-free dead.

Well, lets see where I end up next time I'm writing to you. Who knows. I could be anywhere.

Yours

Mary Maloney