| Noose... |
I've been a bad boy. I've been a real bad boy. And no one likes a bad boy...
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No one but me.
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All these rewards, all these gifts. All this attention and all this holiness. I don't need it, and if everyone knew, I wouldn't get it, so why don't I speak up when I know I should?
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"Gabriel to my back..."
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The protector of children, yet he was never there for me. What the fuck? Did I not qualify? Was there some sort of screening test I never took? What the fuck? I want answers. I always want answers.
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And that is why I never enjoy being alive. I am always too busy trying to answer a question no one ever asked.
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Kill me...
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Dear Diary,
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I deserve to bleed...