I. Am. An. Idiot.

I hate myself.
I really, really hate myself.
Have you ever done something so colossally stupid that you feel like you don't even deserve to exist?
Yeah, that's about how I'm feeling right now.
Okay, so last night, David and I were talking (and kind of kissing too), and I realized that this was the place where I wanted to be. I wanted to spend my life here. So what I never got to be dazzlingly lovely? At least I wouldn't be a mindless drone, a creation of the city. Here I could just be Tally, and that was fine with everyone. So I took the locket that Dr. Cable gave me and threw it in the nearest campfire. (Remember when I used to hate those?) I thought that was the end. Done. Finite. So long, Dr. Cable.
Or not.
So today I woke up and everywhere people were screaming and running. I ran outside and saw hovercars everywhere and in case that has never happened to you, let me tell you: it's a very unnerving experience.
So through a series of long events, I was captured by the authorities- called Special Circumstances (who knew they were actually real?)- and reunited with my jolly good friend, Dr. Cable.
So, for future notice to anyone who manages to get their hands on a tracker, throwing your tracker into a fire doesn't destroy it. Actually, just the opposite: it sets it off. So the smarter plan is to confess to your friends that you are a spy, then ask for their forgiveness and they can help you find a way to get rid of your tracker.
So right now all of the Smoke is destroyed, and the Smokies are locked up in the Special Circumstances Headquarters. Oh, except for David. So now the two of us are off to break into the most secure building in my city, rescue about fifty people, and then escape unharmed.
See why I hate myself?

This is the locket/tracker that I tried to destroy. "Tried" being the key words. *Sigh* My life is so bogus.