I need to get out.
ČTEŠ
A journal of the criminally insane.
HororYou know, I can still hear her voice sometimes, or her last breath. I wanted to catch it in a jar so she would never stop breathing. So that she would not be lost. But that wouldn’t have saved her. Nothing could. She’s gone. And she’s never coming...
August 25th, 2007
I need to get out.
