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I don’t want to do this. I’m unable to shake the fact that I don’t know what I’m doing. I wasn’t thinking. I just know I couldn’t keep living with this pain.

So what, Noirla, you just killed this person who upset you when you were 10 years old?

I did, now what? What do I do with the body? Why didn’t I think this through?

I am not in the mood to deal with a dead body right now. I need to cut my nails. Wow, I just killed this guy and I have no idea what I am doing.

I need help. I guess I can’t call anyone. This stuff is harder than I thought and I thought it was hard. Why can’t thoughts just seamlessly come from my head and on to the paper? What is the point of even trying to miss with this? Who is this person she killed? Are questions helping me? No. 

Can I be free in this area? 

I am not in the mood to deal with a dead body right now. Well, who is? That is not something Noirla (the character) would say, that is Charity (the writer) speaking. I would like to eat now. Right when I typed this, my spaghetti came around the corner, and here is the lamb spaghetti by KW. My ring is interfering with this writing process. And my nails do have to go. I don’t think I’ve lost weight in my fingers. 

0 – I do not know how to write fiction. 

1 – What is the idea that I am basing this novel on? A black-woman Entrepreneur is a serial killer who feeds her customers the bodies of her victims.