It’s 11:30pm and I’m just sitting down to finally write my first official public journal. I feel like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex in the City but minus the cigarette. Although, I have to be honest, I have found myself having one or two here and there recently. But really, on the inside I perhaps feel similar to Anne Frank, who kept a diary of her experience during World War II. I guess in the same way, I am keeping a journal of my experience since murder entered my timeline.
I got my nose pierced today, on the other side. So now I have one either side. It’s pretty, I like it. Sorry Mum…(scroll down for picture).
I’m smoking a J as I type this so if it gets philosophical suddenly, don’t be alarmed. Intelligent and articulate Miss Leader has entered the chat.
I am now Carrie Bradshaw, with a Doobie.
Ok, back to topic. Murder. Is it Evil?
Why am I asking this?
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