March 25 I’m going to Hell today. Ha. Also, you’ll find that I’ve scratched out the previous entry. I don’t hate Rowington Silver. I hate how easily he gets under my skin. How hard it seems to be for him not to keep secrets. How, unfortunately, we have that in common. And, most of all, I hate that the idea of going to Hell with him seems fun. A year ago I would never have written such a ludicrous sentence. I don’t think I know this new version of me. So maybe going to Hell will be a good place to start looking for her. X, Genevieve
Letter# 5
