SOFIA
I swear to the Gods I am going to kill a prince. I am going to kill him, and I don’t care if I get thrown in jail and I’m to stay there forever; I don’t care if I get executed; that will probably be the solution to all my problems.
Shit.
I can’t believe I told him that. I told my bully that I was suicidal; now he probably thinks he’s won, and he has that much of an effect on me; it’s probably elevated his ego. I’m such a f*****g i***t!
Fuck!
It was him, it was his fault, why the hell did he apologise to me? Why is he apologising to me? Isn’t he the one who set this whole thing up? Marry him so he’d f**k with my life. I can’t prove it yet, but I’m sure he and his exes are working together. And that’s the most annoying part: I don’t know what they’re really planning; I don’t kn
