Status Updates From Letters to the Purple Satin...

The concept of everyone, and I mean everyone, in the horrific serial killer’s life being like “well I hope you didn’t mean it when you killed them 🥺” is EXHAUSTING. I get that that’s the point, you’re rubbing it in my face. But it’s enough that the mother is blissfully ignorant, then he gets a wife and gets her stupid ass pregnant, then his old friend writes him. It’s all terrible. Might dnf

This shit is terrible. Every letter makes me feel like I’m a stupid idiot child that must be spoon-fed every single small bit of information and would be unable to assess information any other way. That already bothered me (example: hi Jonas! I’m Nicole! I’m gonna tell you my whole backstory for a few paragraphs ok ;) now I’ll tell you why I’m writing) but a letter from a black woman who felt excluded…