Diary Of A Genocide
Diary Of A Genocide
Diary of a Genocide.
Hello Diary, my name is Amy Anderson. I want to tell you my story diary. When I was 10, evil was born into my home. Evil has a name, Kitten Anderson. Now, 6 years later evil has grown into a bitch masked by makeup to create an illusion of beauty over her hideous demonic face. Evil was spawned by one even more true to that name, Sharen Anderson or as she likes to be called, Mother. They call themselves beauty queens but they’d kill for a dime store tiara. Evil, EVIL, EVIL!!!!!! They are the ones who must pay for their evil, their false existence…. Their hate…. Of me…
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May 4th 2003
~~~ Good Twilight Diary. Today I was forced to go shopping with my so called family. I nearly went blind from all the pink and the cheery sales people. If they had been much worse I would have been sent to the hospital from all their so called sweetness. Ugh! It makes me sick to think of it even now! How meny of those girls who worked there will kill themselves before their next birthday for the falseness they insue on not only others but themselves everyday. The blood dripping from their corpses laced with sorrow and guilt. It all seems so delicious. If only I could watch them die, watch that beautiful crimson spill from their veins in their pain for all they’ve done. Hmm… this has given me the desire to draw. Perhaps I’ll draw those sales girls dying and maybe I’ll mail a copy after to let them see what they’re fate truly is.
May 6th 2003
~~~ Good Midnight Diary. I couldn’t sleep tonight. The evils were up for hours talking on about how they must get ready for tomorrow. You see it is their pageant day, specifically the one for the smaller evil, kitten. I am so sick of how she is treated. Like a goddess because she wins these celebrations of falseness, and I? Ha! I am treated as garbage because I will not compete nor will I cheer on those evil things. What good do they do?! Causing rivals! Pain! Even war! Helen of troy, what did her beauty get her and her land? A 10 year war! All because she flaunted her looks and made men fall in love with her face! What dose that mask one calls beauty get us? NOTHING! Beauty fades over time no matter what we do! It is a futal war fought foolishly! Time wasted “improving” this falsehood could be better spent curing disease, bettering technology, saving lives! Wasted! They waste so much on that… they should be punished… death…
May 9th 2003
~~~ Bad Twilight Diary! I HATE MY MOTHER! That whore! That bitch! What was she thinking?! Trying to get me to be in a pageant and BLEACH my hair! A disgrace! How could she ever THINK of VIOLATING my hair that way?! Raven hair is as the raven, natural and dark. A perfect match to myself! Hair as black as the blackest rose, the flower to show the pain of perfection. Those who die at such a cost, the desire of beauty, I shall lay a flower of black perfection and pain to mark their foolishness. My mother’s grave the first. I see it, death calling her, death calling me. Telling me to pick up the knife and finely show her the price of perfection. She will pay! I will wear her crimson river myself to show she is finely paying for what she sold her soul for! It is true! I can’t wait anymore! I must think of a way, a way to bring an end to this greater evil.
May 14th 2003
~~~ Very good Twilight diary! In the woods lastnight I saw it! Right there! Growing from the ground! I picked them and hid them in my ring! Now I will wait for the right time. The time to punish the vein for their futality, beginning with the great evil. Soon my opportunity will arise for me to seal her fate. My body tingles with pleasure from the thought of seeing her dead on the ground. If only there was more that I could do! If only I could touch her and see the sorrow of her wasted time through her life. HAHA! Even as I think of it now I cannot wait to place the black roses upon her grave, to warn all the world of what chasing something like beauty so foolishly can do. I must go to bed now diary, I have much to do in the morrow, starting with wiping the vein off the earth.
May 17th 2003
~~~ I did it! I did it diary! If only you could have seen it! Hemlock! Hemlock berries! I placed them in her salad, as soon as she ate them she fell off the table and died, bleeding through every oriphus she has! It was beautiful! Shes apparently even allergic to the berries! After she laid there bleeding I smeared her blood upon myself, dancing around in it happily! I have never felt so good in my life! Sweet revenge! After I walked over to the phone, calling the ambulance. When they arrived I happily still wore the blood on me! As they carried her off in that body bag it was so hard for me to not laugh. The funeral is tomorrow so I must go sleep to prepare. Tomorrow will be the first day kitten has not worn makeup in public since she was born.
May 18th 2003
~~~ What a glorious day it was diary! At the funeral kitten wouldn’t stop crying. She looked so bad I had to go into the bathroom where I fell on the floor laughing at the thought of how she wasted her short life on the thing that went away in five minutes after she began crying. So many looked sad there, thinking how pitiful we were. I couldn’t stop thinking how pathetic THEY are. Working so hard to look “good” for someone who is dead! Someday they will all die, carrying a black rose upon their grave. However…. The next… yes the next one to receive the black rose will be the one who stood by the casket crying as I laid a black rose into the casket by my mother. That one is the second evil, the evil known as kitten. When I placed my hand upon her shoulder, I saw the fear in her eyes. Though she did not know I did anything to mom, she could sense her fate is sealed….