I will pay for my sins someday... one day.

My burned hand can´t stop suppurating. It burns like the core of hell itself when I touch something.

The sour smell of blood is still present. The entire apartment is infected by it. I don´t think I will ever escape it.

It´s a shame I can´t find who caused all of these painful deaths.

The bus should be waiting for me in 30 minutes.

I have tried my best. And now. It´s the end of me.

It was all their fault.