I'm going to die a virgin. I like the thought if it. So pure.
Who becomes you? No one. No one should become me. When I die, I don't want my body or soul inhabited. I wouldn't wish me on anyone.
I don't have to answer. Until you know the question.
Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.
I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.
You won't know until it's over. You won't find me in time.