All I won was fucking cake. Motherfucking cake.

I like cake

And it sounds like right now I'm just waiting for the guillotine to chop my head off. This is why I hate Pagongings. All you can really hope to be is the last one standing from your original tribe in hopes that someone wants to use you because nobody wants to be the one to break tribal lines before it's necessary. Maybe Bill will vote with us, maybe he won't; he did straight up tell me that people are bringing up my name. It pisses me off. I can understand why this is good for Yul, Kelly, and Ken; they have a clear, distinct path to the end with an easy picking of goats between Betsy and JR. This is just. Such bullshit. Betsy, at least, should realize I'm good to keep around because I want to fuck shit up. I can understand why I'm getting votes; everyone knows I'm decent at challenges with a decent social game, and thanks to my short fuse during Marisa's TC, everyone knows Bill and I had a secret alliance. Literally everyone. I got mad and told everyone. And then I told Bill it was to try and hide that I still really trust him? I don't even know if I do. Fuck. God, I'm a mess. AT LEAST I KNOW I'M A MESS. I just hate that I'm probably getting voted out before my time.