just like this

it all breaks down. like I knew it would. like I never wanted to happen but deep down knew to be unavoidable... the effort fake a whole reality. the mind bending agony you created...

I wanted nothing but kindness and love but hatred and suspicion... twisted mind that aims to self-serve through destruction tainted me.

pity for the disgraced. the pity one feels at the sight of a psychotic mind... the veiled threats, the direct threats - all the same. being able to choose what emotions to show - did you not know? I could see through it?

I am spitting these words with my head wrapped in wrath with the will of a thousand bright moons. the ones I chose.

I am strong now, no more pity - this crazy girl knows a thing or two, huh? surprised?

never meaning to be the one who wants to say I Told You So... but I end up in there a lot.

sensitivity nearly killed but then it saved, again and again.

how is it supposed to make me feel? a vague sense of comfort mixed with rage... a gleeful celebration of the last page turning.

oh, you thought I'd stopped? It's only just begun...

I was never the good girl for a very good reason