Not Without Fault

First off, let's get one thing clear. This is not a diary. This is not a journal. Nor is it any of those other cliche things, at least, not in my mind. I'm writing this in a note book I won in an English competition. And since English is about creating stories and expressing myself and my feelings through words, that's exactly what I decided to do. This is simply a story, of my life, my feelings, and how it all ended. And whilst I don't appreciate people reading my things, for this I'll make an exception. Because if you're reading this, maybe you'll understand. Maybe you'll see why I did the things I did; the things I'm going to do. And maybe then, you'll see why there's no one to blame, but me.