chainsaw-assassin:

And i didn’t regret it anymore.

I’d wasted so much time wishing I could be different,

wishing I could change things, change myself.

If given the chance, I would’ve shed myself and 

become a different girl. Slipped on a name like Clara or Mary,

docile and gentle and smiling and kind. I thought it would be easier

to be someone else than to be who I was becoming, but I didn’t 

think that anymore. The girl who wanted those things had died with

Rachel, buried under the asylum I brought down. And I realized now,

for the first time, really, that I didn’t miss her.