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Hello, journal. I am Sassy. I was told to write this load of shit because Delta, my mother, agreed with my older brother (who is an asshole, beeteedubs) Arrow that I am intense. When you are head of the Council and are the Red Council… You are expected to be passionate and always go 100% and above in that position. This is the type of shit my family nor the Council will ever understand. If there are readers and there is none… I doubt you would understand. The journal may but then it's like a canvas… A blank canvas just waiting to be written on. To listen to the shit talking I want to say but never allowed to.

I don't get it. I really don't understand my family's shenanigans. They act like I got something crazy to say. Everyone finds the maniac pixie girl endearing until you actually gotta deal with her. Then again, the cart is being pulled before the horse… What should be said right now? What should my first entry be about? I guess about me. Not everything I want to say but a bit about myself…

I was born a catsith. Third generation of royal faes that rule over Paradise but more importantly the Fae Realm that governs not only the natural world of Paradise but also human nature for the lack of a better word. I, Sassy Firemist, look after the fire aspect of it all. I explore the darker sides of the human experience much like Grandpa Vice and my Uncle Pyro. They came before me in terms of ruling. My grandad actually was the first Red Council while Uncle Pyro was the first royal to be part of the Purple. It gets confusing. I will detail everything later on in this journal. 

Okay, I am still getting ahead of myself and I would rather not talk about politics and such. This entry sucks dick. Glad nobody wants to suck mine.

Yeah, I can shapeshift. Yes, I can actually grow a dick. No, I cannot turn into a whale. No, not any type of sea creature. No, not even a catfish. Haha. Funny. Catfish. Hilarious, darling. Move on, you fucking degen.

Who am I yelling at? Nobody is ever going to read this fucking bullshit! Damn! 

Speaking of which, I should do what I did the other day at dinner. I walked into the dinning room. Rowan (dad), Delta (mom), Stonia (eldest sister, first for the throne), and asshole (Arrow, middle child, pray for him) were all there. I come in with four arms. My extra two arms were holding a pizza as I came in. They were having a chat and stopped when I came in. Shocked I was going to join them for dinner. So I took a seat. Set the box down and opened it. Silence still. So what I did was open the pizza box and rolled the pizza up like a burrito. My top pair of arms took the pizza as I unhinge my jaw like a snake and swallowed it whole. It was funny!

Stonia covered her mouth in shocked and I didn't think her eyes could go that wide. Asshole just pushed his plate away and he looked away from me. 20/20, I should had stared him straight in the face as I did that. Damn… Anyways, Delta tried to keep this fake, sweet smile while Rowan hid his face in his hands. I told them good night and walked to my room.

That was the last straw and why Delta wanted me to write down my issues. I think they want to understand me better but if they did, they wouldn't be pulling the fuck shit they've been pulling at those meetings (not family but political), just excluding me from family events, and just… It's a lot to explain and I won't bore you with details. I will just say that I think they regret bringing me into this realm. I am not elaborating on it.

I will say this… Don't create a monster and then expect it to not grow out of control. If you're more scared of the Vice within me then that's exactly what you're going to get. I know I am intense, I know I am unpleasant, too much, a slut… But maybe you shouldn't have been placing those labels onto me and projecting things you have been doing onto me. It wasn't fair at any point in my life. 

Why is it that very few understand that simple concept? The only thing I can say is that this concept is why I am getting paid. 

Anyways, I wanna switch gears and talk about my happy little projects.

S&V: A club I run. Sin and Vice. It doesn't just host clubbing events but orgies, fight clubs, and where drugs are welcomed. 21+. I love watching everyone have a good time and my Council and I perform there for the masses.

Media Company: I run a media company that is in each region of the Fae Realm. It covers all types of media, even the old fashioned ones. Rowan and Delta never caught onto this monopoly which is legal, by the way, yet. As long as I'm not pushing out other companies, it is fine, and I'm not pushing my agenda onto everyone. It isn't state TV. 

Art Gallery: I own one art gallery and it's filled with mine. I do fund art galleries and events all over the Fire Domain but one belongs and runs solely by myself. I put up my own arts and crafts in it. I even have a studio there. I don't care about how little people care about it, I just wanted space to have fun. I do host some events there too for holidays.

Okay… 

Maybe I am being awkward about this because I don’t know what to write. My career? It’s boring. Nobody wants to hear about my creativity. Why would they? It’s not my breasts, my ass… It’s nothing that’s juicy. Did they want to hear about gossip between me and Callister?

Fine!

Callister and I are… Just very good friends. Nobody really has interest in me. I’m just this crazy, intense, maniac catsith. 

What am I saying? Nobody is actually interested in any of this! What did anyone want from me? Is it my lineage? 

Fine. I’m Vice’s granddaughter and I have no idea where he is. There’s only theories about his whereabouts but the only thing I know is that he could return. What I also know is that this asshole is trying to knock out competition and I… I don’t know if it’s against everything to expose what was in Vice’s memoirs because of family and political laws. Memoirs are left behind by the predecessors to guide the successors, which is me in this case…

Wait? Is this supposed to be my memoir? I guess I have to go piss off Delta. Ah, fuck! I hate this! ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION!

CODE FUCK UP!

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I’m not adding this to my memoir…

This journal entry has taken a few left turns.

I LOVE YOU, SASSY! 

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This is my journal and nobody is reading it and, ergo, I am allowed to give myself some self-love. Stop judging. Gawd! So annoying...