Stealing things is fun.

I never realised how much I would like it. It always seemed so trivial – taking something for yourself that you want… and I suppose it always seemed wrong too. Now it doesn’t feel right so much as natural. If I want something, why shouldn’t I take it? Sure, it might not belong to me, but what deterrent is that? Why shouldn’t it belong to me? It’s not like I haven’t had things taken from me in the past, and I can assure you that they are far greater in number and significance than what I am taking now.

Today I stole a ring, a watch, a brush and a lolly. Tomorrow I might steal a key – if I see one. I might not be able to though, if they don’t leave them lying around. They are usually pretty careful about things like that. Still… here’s hoping.
Nicky.