"I'm leaving, don't look for me, it's too late. Look out for YOUR DAUGHTER"
- Her final words to us before leaving

My whole life's been a colossal turd willed by my ♥♥♥♥♥ of a mother who got her thrills and never showed me her face. I should blow my brains out, a nice death pact for a failure like me. Anything's possible if I die, no punishment, therefore no crime...

Certain pleasures are denied only on account of maggots in ties or frocks, all my life they've kept me down in the name of their morality, so why shouldn't I blow my brains out? I've got three bullets... Yeah. Nobody will miss me. It'd be perfect for everybody. Yeah, I could croak, and then nothing. The void like I was born...

Death isn't much of anything in the end. We make such a big deal out of it. But up close, it's like nothing. A body without life, nothing more. People are like animals. You love them, you bury them and then it's over.