I'm sorry you don't get it, Mom. Sometimes I don't get why I do the things I do. I just know I wake up every morning and wish I was dead.
Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.
How will you be remembered? As a loner and a loser.
You can't trust machines. You can't trust people.
Don't choose me. I'm not worth your time.
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