I'm... I'm sorry.

Are you? Are you really?



Fuck you.

Fuck you too, bastard. You immature fuck. Burn in hell.

...stupid doppelganger. Stupid fucking clone. You're not my brother.

Postscript. Type type type type type.

Burn burn burn burn burn. Everything. What



"You think you're original?" "You think you're funny?"

"You think you're justified? You think you're a fucking martyr?"

Sick in the head.

That's what you are.

No, I'm not.

Yes you are.

If you understood...

You think it's cute? That you're a murderer? A fucking thug? Never learned to forgive?

Get away from my fucking gates, kid.

Get away from fucking everyone.

Just get away...

But I mattered, right? I did?



Hell isn't fire and brimstone. It's real wet and dark, actually. Depressing. It's damp and it smells. Every day every hour every minute every second I'm supposed to be learning. until the end of time.

I'll see you here, Mario.

I'll see you there.

I'll see you there.