It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?

My room is cleared. My head is cleared. Earlier, around dawn, I took out the last load of trash. I look around and see what's left. Nothing. There is no more Daelyn Rice. As I was. As I am. Or will become. I'm a blank slate

My parents will be sad for a while, and they may even blame themselves, the way they do now. Eventually they'll come to peace with my decision. I hope they'll realize I'm finally at peace.

I won't be alive so I won't care who finds me.

I just want the pain to end.

Everything seems to be working." Except me. I'm broken.

How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.