Heathers

Dear Diary:

My teen angst bullshit has a body count.
The most popular people in school are dead. . .
Everybody’s sad but, it’s a weird kind of sad. . .
Suicide gave Heather depth, Kurt a soul,
Ram a brain. . .
I don’t know what it’s given me but, I’ve got no control over myself when I’m with JD.

Are we going to prom or to hell?