So this is a box I found that was hidden in a mall for presumably ~6 months by now. Aside from the latch, there were rubber bands keeping the box shut. Inside the box is a bundle of tightly-folded pieces of paper. It is a story/recollection written by a 19-year-old girl who has apparently killed a random person just because she was wondering what it would be like. According to the paper, she wrote this just a few hours after the murder and that I am the first person to read it.
So yeah, I doubt I’ll be able to sleep tonight.
Anyway, I typed up the entire story because I seriously need to share this. Here it is.
If I’m being honest with myself. I kind of consider myself a divine being walking among the lost sheep. Not that I’m any better than they are. No in fact I’m just one of those useless gods that has very little purpose and in a lot of ways you humans have a deeper meaning than I do. Not to mention that you are having a more joyous time than I am. Maybe I’m the lost one..
