I woke up last night in M#####‘s bed and realised i’m 24 and could die at any moment. My thought immediately gravitated towards a life of crime, after glancing over at M#####‘s sleeping face covered in hair I saw the only crime would be to not enjoy this moment.

I slept and dreamt of accountants.

Dear Diary,
Today Gosia requested I not ‘corrupt’ the Jehovah’s Witness we work with. I don’t know who the hell this woman thinks I am.

I stopped writing. God knows why, just wasn’t the time for it. I venture off in search of greener pastures and always return to this silly little notebook.

A### is setting me up with her niece? When she’s back from Latvia that is…

I’m so glad it’s 2024, my threes are getting really shit.

I read Bunny by Mark Hatton yesterday.

I keep removing my watch in the night unknowingly. Bonkers.

Felicity
Agnes
Agatha

Dear #######,
I shouldn’t think about you as much as I do. It’s no good for my head or heart, who often falls for the thought of you.

I think I kinda like ya. It’s nothing to worry on, I’ll get over it this year. Maybe I’m remembering you as someone you’re not, or maybe you’re simply not the one.

Maybe we didn’t spend enough time together to figure our we hated eachother.

I want to live a life where I can be with a girl like you.

Wish me luck, or just kill me – either works.