everyone says “ugh i wanna be famous so bad” or “i need to be famous” but im nothing like them. those losers are set back by physical contact and mental confidence. me? no. i’m going to do whatever it takes.

i don’t even have to do much. take some drugs to slim myself down, change myself to be more confident and hang around confident people.

so turns out it didn’t work. but like i said im more persistent than these self made wanna be pop stars. i am the greatest and everyone will know that. i will stop at nothing to make everyone bow down and kiss my feet.

next on my list is to create a social media account to get my face out there. then they’ll have to love me.

what is happening. no one is liking my posts and comments. someone said “look at this girl trying to get popular. NEWS FLASH!!! you aren’t even average!!!” even their comment got more likes than my whole page! don’t worry i won’t forget this. when i get big ill kill their reputation.

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“i didn’t actually mean i was going to kill them!” i yelled at the detective.

“it clearly says kill. their. reputation. “

“sound like a threat to me.” she spoke.

“you wanted to be popular. you even said it yourself that you’d stop at nothing to get it. so when someone gets in your way of getting famous you get rid of them. right?”

_well when she puts it like that it sounds really bad. _

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“i didnt kill her! what more do you want me to say?!”

“tell the truth stacy.”

_i didn’t kill her. i swear i didnt. sure, the diary is almost concrete evidence of me saying i killed her but i didnt! _

“i need a lawyer.”