The cops are coming after me. They think I killed Katie Marcus. That's right, the only girl I've ever loved and they think I killed her. I'm still choked up about the loss and yet, the cops are pounding me with questions. They make it seem like I'm their only suspect. It's like, what about Bobby O'Donnell or Roman? They actually have a motive. Bobby was jealous of me. He's the one who killed her. If he couldn't have her than no one could, so he killed her. They even made me take a lie detector test. Four times. And, I passed them all of course. You'd think after 4 negative tests they would see that I clearly didn't do it. Who knows what they're thinking though. Nobody. I feel like cops have a different way of thinking than everyone else. They can never accept the truth and always suspect everyone. I guess that's good though, I mean that's why they're cops. But still, I don't understand why they are coming after me. I can't even tell you how much I miss Katie. That's what is making this situation so much worse. Every time the cops question me about "the night", it only brings back memories of her and I really can't think about that right now. It's too hard. Everything seems so hard right now. I feel like giving up.
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