The Badass Diaries ✔️

(#11)

Dear Diary,

So, how do I start this without making a mess of the pages and the ink from my crying? Okay, here we go. How about the fact that I was completely mistaken about Victoria? I thought she had retreated back into the animal shelter with Bitchface Diana, and they had eaten some kibble together while talking about how many lives they have ruined so far.

Well, that didn't happen. I knew that Victoria was going to target someone with her torments and everything. I just didn't expect it to be me.

I'm honestly such a huge mess of emotions right now. Yes, I am SO happy that she decided to stop tormenting Sophia, but man, I don't know why she decided to do me. For one, there are a lot more people out there that are worthy of being tormented. I don't know why she decided to do me when she knew that I was 1000x more likely to snap her neck like a vampire when annoyed.

However, Victoria has a nasty skill. One that can make any tyrannical king look like a soft little rabbit. One that makes a serial killer look like a sweet little kitten that you'd find in an animal shelter, that's pawing at you.

Like my built in bullshit sensor, she has a sensor that can detect that one insecurity inside of you that hurts you the most. She detects it, and then she focuses on it to disintegrate you like an ocean wave on a sand castle.

I don't think I've thought to myself, "I'm an idiot," more times than today. I should've definitely figured it out, or at least have remembered it, because of the fact that she did the exact same thing to Sophia.

She focused on her weight and made sure to dwell on it so that Sophia would grow to have self confidence, trust, and a hundred billion other issues. However, thanks to Pete running his mouth like I can run in softball, she detected the one thing that I'm so insecure about. Being Russian.

Now, don't get me wrong. Obviously, I'm very proud of being Russian. I will go around yelling, "CYKA BLYAT!" to everyone I know so that they know I'm Russian. I'm fluent in the language, because my mom will skewer me on a vodka bottle if I speak English to her.

I will very proudly proclaim that I'm Russian anyday. Just don't blast the Soviet anthem in my ear. In that case, the person who blasts that is definitely going to be skewered on a vodka bottle.

But, the thing is, I absolutely hate it when people put me down for being Russian. I'm someone who takes nationalism pretty seriously. As for someone who is very open minded, or as I consider, I don't care if you're Italian, Indian, Vietnamese, Eritrean, Sudanese, or French.

Be proud of who you are, and what you are. However, like I said, I can't stand it when someone puts me down for being me. I didn't choose to be Russian. I didn't choose to have an insanely high tolerance to vodka at a party (although, I've never tried). And most importantly, I didn't ask Victoria to make my life hell just because of my ethnicity.

Fine, making my life hell is kind of an exaggeration. But still, making someone feel bad because they're Russian, or whatever ethnicity they are, is not cool. At all. Now you know why I got so annoyed with Pete when he was teasing me about being Russian. A lot of times, the teasing escalates into just straight up harassment, and it happens a lot quicker than you realize.

The last thing I need is to be harassed for something like that, so shutting him up is honestly the best thing I can do. But hell, Victoria just took it to another step. She just jumped to straight up harassment.

So, enough rambling, here's what happened. I was in the library, with my nose buried in a book, and my glasses perched on my nose. Victoria was sitting across from me, giggling about whatever the fuck she thought was funny with her friends. The next thing you know, she looked up at me and said, "Sonia, can you get those scissors from over there?"