Do what, Kim? Lead a normal life? Too late. Way too late.
I won't be alive so I won't care who finds me.
There's no reason to speak. I have nothing to say.
At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.
I wish I could tell my parents, " If you want to help me, help me die.
Secrets. I can't take then with me. If I do, when I go, when I arrive at my final destination, I'll be . . . impure.