I'm not good enough to be happy when it might cost someone else a good life. I'm not sure what these notes should say. This is no ones fault and no one should blame themself. I'm just tired of being alone and really, really tired of being me. You can't imagine what it's like to hate being alone, and to fear being with anyone because it could destroy them.

Good old Ravage is such a perv, such a kidder. I can't pretend I'm going to be alright anymore, and I won't let my fucked up state of being ruin someone I believe I could care about very dearly. To her I'll just be gone, and she'll move on, and she's the only one who will give a damn.

Again, I'm not sure what these things should say.

I guess they get what they wanted, I really will go out alone.