Dear diary,
Is that how I'm supposed to begin these things? Gosh, that's so overdone at this point. Bleh. There has got to be a better way to do this.
Ahem.
What's up loser, your queen has returned!
Much better.
Now then, time to do a damage report. Okay, so, Ladybug hates me now. Like, it wasn't even my fault though. I mean, she wasn't going to give me my miraculous back. Of course I had to do what ever it took to become Queen Bee again. So what if I join up with Hawkmoth to do it?
Of course Hawkmoth is also done with me now. Or, well, I assume he is anyway. He failed, turned tail and ran. Ugg. What a creeper. Akuma this, sentimonster that. Now he's going to blame me for this I'm sure. Everyone blames me for everything anyways, might as well add him to the list too.
Ew.
This is so annoying. At this rate I'll never get the bee miraculous back. And no one could ever replace moi. Plah-lese. Anyway, I've decided I hate Ladybug now. I can't believe I waisted all of that energy admiring her! It's ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. She never even expected anything of me, how could I have ever expected anything of her. It will forever be a mar on my otherwise flawless history. I'd say I hate Chat Noir too, but, well, he's always been a loser – following Ladybug around like some sort of puppy dog. He's supposed to be a cat, you'd think he'd at least be able to get that right.
Anyways, I'm only starting this stupid thing because my therapist says it'll be 'good for me'. Something about venting or whatever. Please. As if I don't already say everything I think to peoples faces. Honestly, it's like he can't trust me at all. Well, whatever. Daddykins got me you, a diary plated with gold and protected with state-of-the-art diary locks, so I might as well use you. It'll only open to my voice anyway, I made sure of that.
How do I end this? Like, um…
Signing off for now, your glorious Queen Chloe.
