Page 45 of Nine Inch Nasty (Hemlock Academy #9)

Delaney's Journal

This might be my last entry, Journal.

Being a queen is hard. It’s so damn hard, and there are so many people I want to help, but I can’t reach everybody and that kills me.

But at the end of the day, I get to go home with the loves of my life to the world’s cutest fucking kids and see their two cute as fuck stay at home daddies, and I get to go to bed every night wrapped in the arms of people that are so deeply ingrained into my soul that there’s no longer any differentiation between us.

I’m so loved, Journal. I love them so hard it physically hurts sometimes, and even though some days I get really depressed wondering if I’m giving enough attention to every one of them, they always find a way to remind me it’s not all on me, and then they’ll bend me over and defile me in all the best ways, and everything is right again.

Everyday I try to help at least one person, and I think that’s a good goal. It’s attainable.

Our council is reaching further every year, getting interns from all sorts of different communities, and conduits are thriving.

I’m genuinely proud of the work I get to do, and I love my family. I’d call that a success, wouldn’t you, journal?