"Being a badass is hard. No seriously, it's not an easy task. Trying to do wrong, well, is a skill. Well, I consider it a skill anyway. Honestly, it gets kinda tiring but when does it stop?
When do the lies, wrong decisions, hideous consequences, chosen ignorance all stop? My life from birth has been that of a queen. I have been doted upon, spoon fed, spoiled or however you care to call it, that was my life.
Not once have I had a job or worked for anything in my life as I have everything I have ever wanted or needed and more within arms reach, literally. About 4 years ago I had decided I had enough sheltering and that it was time to take matters into my own hands. I was to face the world head first seeing as I was a big 13, a full teenager then.
I experienced everything from alcohol, to dealing, experiencing the cruel truth of how pretty life isn't. Which is how I have been wasting the last 4 years of my life. Causing havoc and mayhem. Which brings me to my most current situation. Stuck in a jail cell. Not just any jail cell, the jail cell dedicated to the police stations infamous and most gorgeous delinquent."
"Ok Billy, how was that? I think its perfect" I concluded turning my body to face the outside of the cell through the bars.
"What's it for trouble?" Billy, my favourite guard peered.
"My memoirs of a troublemaker. It's my personal journal slash diary I'm going to start."
Billy chuckled, "Oh yeah, and when do you plan on starting this project."
"The moment I get the hell out of this godforsaken jail cell, Billy".
