Kill or be killed, that's my motto. One of them, anyway. ( The way I see it, someone has to be head bitch in charge and it might as well be me. Does it really matter if I have to damage a few egos to keep that title?). I'd have it tattooed right over my heart. That is, if I didn't think tattoos were for grotsky little bitches. Speaking of, who the fuck does that Chloe Price think she's kidding anyway? All those tattoos, and I still see right through her. I see who she is underneath. A scared little kid way out of her depth. Heart breaking, really. Not. It's quite pathetic how she pines after Rachel Amber. All those missing posters she puts up around campus? Doesn't she get it? Rachel isn't coming back. Ever.

Chloe doesn't care about Rachel anyway, not really. She just needs someone to help her fit in. You see, Chloe is what I affectionatly call a social fucking outcast. She fits in in one place. Her own world. She needs people like Rachel Amber. Floaters. People who can fit in anywhere, but never enough to get attached.

Now she has Super Maxine. Maxine, never tell her I said this, is actually pretty cool. She fits in anywhere, and I don't think anyone actually hates her. Don't get me wrong. I don't like her. She's kind of weird, taking selfies all day long. It's so pathetic, and I'm pretty sure that at the end of the day she also fucks her self...ie. However, I can't deny the fact that she has this aura about her. She makes me feel like everything is going to be okay. She kind of reminds me of Rachel Amber. Just less annoying. But we're not friends.

Anyway as I was saying, Chloe needs people like Super Maxine or Rachel Amber to help her fit in. But, this isn't about Chloe, she just pisses me off.

It's about me. And Kate. Super Maxine too, I guess. Fine, Nathan it's about you aswell. Can you like, not be in my personal space right now?

Sorry. Nathan seems to think writing this shitty confession will help me feel better. But right now he's being a complete ass about it, and wants to make sure I'm not writing anything slanderous about him. Like I'm going to show this to anyone. It's not even about him anyway. I think the weed has made him paranoid.

I guess I should start at the beginning. But, I don't really know where the beginning is. So, I think I might start at the end.

Yesterday, Kate Marsh nearly died. Partly because of something I did. I won't take full blame. I've been turned into a viral slut before, and I owned that shit. Kate already had problems. I just added to them.

Of all people, Maxine fucking Caulfied talked her out of it. Which means I have to be grateful to her. If Kate had of died ... I ... I'm not evil. I'm not. I just find it easier to not care about people. Don't care, and you don't get hurt. But if Kate had of jumped yesterday, I don't think I could have kept up my ice queen act. I'm barely keeping it up now, and she's still alive.

I didn't even not like Kate. She's one of the most real people at Blackwell. More real than me, but lets face it, who isn't? I just saw her kissing all those guys...and girls, and out came my camera. It's like an instinct. See something that doesn't happen every day, you record it right? I even stood and recorded her up on that roof? Who does that? I could have tried to help. But I just recorded her, when she was so fragile. When I first came to Blackwell, the who ice queen thing really was just an act. I needed to put people in their place. I wasn't going to be walked all over. Not again. But then, as I stood watching Kate up on that roof, phone in hand, I realised it isn't an act anymore. I feel like I'm barely even human.

So, it appears I'm really bad at writing confessions. So sue me, I'm a photographer, not Dickens.

I didn't know Nathan had drugged her. (Don't even try to deny it Nathan. I have my informers.) I just thought she was wasted. Whatever happened was of her own doing. And so came "Drunk Christian Virgin Orgy". When I posted it online, I didn't think it would go viral. One thousand views, maybe. For Blackwell students only. If I had known she wasn't just drunk, I would never have posted it.

But somehow Kate's parents saw it. And a few million other people. Makes me wonder what kind of things people search for online.

I...these are all just excuses.

I was stupid. I thought my own social status was more important than...than anything.

I suppose what I want to say is sorry.

Nathan, your idea, as usual, was ridiculous. I didn't need to write this. I just need to go to Katie and say I'm sorry. She's a Christian, so she has to forgive me. Right?

Again, personal space. Please. I'm getting high just from your fumes.