I've been told you can help me.
What do you want?
I want to die.
I want to die slowly and painfully. In a disgusting way. Recriminal way.
In a wrong way.
In a way that couldn't anyhow make my mommy proud of me.
In a way which make her forget all the good i've done.
All the joy. All the innocence.
Because I'm doing it for her.
For all the pain and suffering.
All the Ache. The Agony. The Misery.
The Anguish.
Don't worry kid. I can help you.
Nice meeting you. I'm your Heroin.
