We were best friends, or so i thought. Now it has to end-I have to end. But before I go, this is my story.
I'm sorry, I am.
I never meant it, Jake, you knew that.
Now it has to end-I have to end.
I am so sorry. A childs game, though it was, ended in disaster and now my downfall. You say, Jake, make it look like an accident but how can I, when they all know.
All know what I did to you, all know I want to be with you.
Even though these last days you have tortured me, cut me, isolated me.
But before I go, I will write my story.