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The text message arrived at midnight. Sarah's hands trembled as she read it. Her sister had gone public with everything - the secret accounts, the hidden meetings, the years of deception. The family group chat exploded. Nobody slept that night, watching as their carefully constructed facade crumbled.

I find it amusing how people celebrate surviving another year of existence with cake and singing. I prefer to mark the occasion by visiting the cemetery. At least the residents there know how to keep quiet.

I've taken up watercolor painting. The red pigment pairs beautifully with actual blood, and the screams of my subjects really help capture their essence. Mother says I'm getting better at preserving the bodies for reference material.

Behold this wilted flower, a perfect metaphor for my existence. Its drooping petals mirror my declining hope in humanity, while its browning stem represents the inevitable decay of all things beautiful. Sigh... I need this for my poetry collection.

I've taken up gardening. Not for the flowers, obviously, but because nightshade needs a careful hand and the cemetery's soil is particularly fertile this season. It's amazing what a few well-placed corpses can do for the pH balance.

Welcome to your shift at Pinewood Hospital's morgue. Rule 1: Never count more than 12 bodies. If you see 13, pretend you didn't. Rule 2: Ignore whispers from drawer 7. Rule 3: If the lights flicker at 3:15 AM, lock yourself in the break room until dawn.

Jeffrey, you still come to mind from time to time. Yet I know it would be hard for us to find our way back, because your doubts were repeated and painful. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would do anything to make you believe in me How are you doing, I really miss you

They think I'm gone but I'm still in the sewer waiting for justice because those girls lied about what happened to me. If you don't share my story with 15 others tonight then I will come for you while you sleep just like I promised.