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I'm tired of this shit.

You know, it's fucking easy to let them think I'm some brainless drunk who doesn't think shit through. Easy to let 'em think I'm stupid, like I'll fall for any cheap shit they throw my way. Hey look it's that trashy bimbo alcoholic, I bet she's real dumb.

You know what? I didn't get where I am today by being some bad-ass. I got where I am by being the poor girl people take pity on and then get taken out by later. Come up from behind and break out their kneecaps, smash their femurs until their legs have three joints, shatter their hips and club my way up their spines until their heads are in six pieces. You wanna bet they die and I get my pay.

Nobody expects a sweet young woman with a drinking problem to be the one dousing them in vermouth and setting them on fire like it's nobody's business. They think "oh that girl has problems," and "that girl thinks some nasty stuff" and maybe I've fucked up once or twice, but they don't expect that girl to be as fucked up I really am. Boo-hoo, I've got problems.

I lost track of how many people I offed when I hit the ten thousand mark. People here would think "that girl killed a dozen people, oh no", they don't know I rack 'em up like just another day in the batting cage. Hit 'em hard and FAST, POW! Right in the kisser!

Hilarious, because as much as they wanna keep me behind bars, I know none of 'em take me seriously like Travis does. None of them know how much I could fucking waste in an hour or two, how I could leave the streets a wasteland of corpses and I'd just go on my merry way.

[sniffle]

Bastards.