by T.J. Long
More on the story of the infamous 1930's desperados.
| May 13, 1934
How does a girl with so much going for her end up like this? Well, I love a man who has done some awfully bad things,and I have went along with him through this whole mess. I've never really thought of leaving Clyde, even when I was so badly hurt, or hungry and cold and scared. I wanted to be here with him. I love my mama, and my brother and sister with all my heart, but no matter how much my mama would cry at the thought of me dying in some gunfight, or how much my sister would hug me tightly, afraid it would be the last time we would hold each other, my love for Clyde was stronger then the love for my own kin.
I know it's hard for someone to understand, and I don;t ask for any ones pity, for I know what I have done, but maybe after I'm gone, someone will find all that I have wrote over these last four years, and understand maybe just a little why we have done what we have. I never wanted to die young, or cause so many people such grief. I'm sorry for the people who were killed. For the families they left behind. I'm sorry for all they things we did, desperate, crazy things. Clyde knows he'll die soon. We've talked about if one of us is killed, the other one will commit suicide. I know that is a sin, but we have sinned against God so much already, I suppose Clyde or I will never enter Heaven. I told mama that when I am finally killed, I want to be taken home and layed out at the house, where my own people can mourn me. The only ones who will, I suspect. We talk of these things because they are real. Sure as the sun will rise tomarrow, I'll be dead soon. I'm not so scared anymore. There will be no more running,hiding, stealing and killing, just rest and peace. I'm almost looking forward to it.