Entry One: This Was Not My Fault.
To be perfectly honest, it wasn't. My fault, I mean. You were asking for it.
You were all asking for it. All you perfect, flawless, fucked-up fools.
You say I've gone crazy? I'm sorry, love, but I'm not going to swallow that kind of shit. At least have the decency to make up better lies than that. Insane I may be, but I am definitely not stupid.
No, I am not stupid at all.
So go on, you bloodsucking little parasites. Get out your leeches and your needles and your soul-stealing drugs. I'm not scared. Not any more. Look me in the eyes, and you'll see that, as blind as you are.
Why is that, I hear you asking? I'm not who you think I am – not any longer. I've changed. I'm not just innocent, hazy, dazy little Clarabelle any more. I'm not really sure who I am, actually, but I'm definitely not she.
You know what? That sure as Hell wasn't my fault, either, because this rapist logic isn't mine, these are not the thoughts that should have been born of my brain, and you have always been putting words into my mouth.
A/N: This story was inspired by the Angelspit song 100%. It's a really fun song.
~Mademise Morte, September 11, 2011.