I'm 19, and I've been in love with Leonard Lake (serial killer who was active late 70's to early 80's. died 1985) since I was 12.
he wasn't conventionally attractive, fat, bald, middle aged man who kidnapped and killed women with his friend Charles Ng (who's still alive.)
I find myself trying to fit what he found beautiful and starving myself,
financing plastic surgeries, trying to look like this 1970's beauty, for what?
to impress a dead guy who's never even going to see me, touch me, or hear me. what do you even do with dreams that are absolutely unattainable? I don't believe in heaven or h***, I don't believe I'll see him when I'm dead or anything.
isn't that funny? life is strange I guess.