Aria
You don’t grow up surrounded by dirt and grime without learning how to thrive in it. Sure I fought against the grain, doing everything I could to stay clean and untouched but it was always impossible. Always.
I’m f*****g pissed at myself.
I killed a Brian. I stabbed him and enjoyed it. His death may have hunted me but I enjoyed it at the time. Yet ever since I’ve done everything I could to try and pretend that isn’t who I am. The audacity, the ignorance, the f*****g stupidity is appalling.
I did what I had to do to survive. I killed someone else so I could see another day, selfish or not that’s facts. How f*****g moronic of me to ever deny facts. The truth.
Now’s the time to stop pretending, to embrace me regardless o
