This book is somehow homophobic, transphobic, fatphobic and just generally awful all rolled into one.
I started reading it because I thought the premise sounded good (and it was free on the Kindle store) but it’s trying too hard to be ‘funny’ and just becomes dreadful. There’s slut-shaming, ableism and ‘crying wolf’ about being a victim of sexual assault.
I spent most of the book trying to work out what exactly was happening, the author has clearly tried to be mysterious but just comes off as incompetent most of the time.
The protagonist is a ‘woe is me’, emotionally distant woman who clearly hates herself, and the author did not make me sympathise or empathise with her at all.

The fact all her behaviour is seemly based upon her having experienced trauma as a child (including a head injury) just frustrated me no end, and she comes off as a whiny selfish prat who murders people when things don’t go her way.
Finding out the father was part of an anti-paedophile vigilante gang was probably the only interesting twist, but it doesn’t excuse the rest of the garbage I read.
I could have told you she was going to kill the 19 year old when she asked him to pretend to be dead while they were having sex, and there’s so many red flags and unanswered questions that frankly

it was a chore to read, but I read it solely to be able to write a review to prevent other people having to lose brain cells over reading it.
If I could give it 0/5 I would, but alas I cannot.
Pass me the brain bleach, or put me out of my misery.

Poorly researched, only sticks to diary format part of the time, humour is crass and cruel with a character who is meant to be an unreliable narrator but who reliable tells you what she's lying about all the time.