Yes. I will admit that I have already turned into an empty shell. I hoard my secrets as a dragon hoards jewels. I have never told anyone some aspects of my history and personality. So they all said, so it is true. I believe I am very honest with myself. I do not twist the truth in my head, even if I do when I am telling a story. This may as well be in my head. As this will never fall into another’s hands, I can pledge here and now to tell the truth to the best of my knowledge. I may be ashamed of some of the truth, but hiding it will do no good. I am not proud of many of the things I have done. I was young. That is no excuse, but I am not making any. The world will still spin when I am gone, but even so I need to write some things down. Either that or tell someone, and I certainly cannot tell anyone. I will record my life as I once knew it here. Once it is complete, I can die knowing that my secrets will not haunt me wherever I go next. I must purge my soul before it is too late. I already hate myself more than words can say. I must not hate when I finally leave this hell, the hell I harbored and raised. A pit that I keep digging deeper and deeper. I am more than six feet under already. I have gotten myself into this chaos, and now there is no turning back. My bridges have been burnt, with everyone I have ever loved burning in those same flames. Soon I will perish with them, but I must write this first. The ones that keep me have sent me back in my mind to relive my story, every pain-staking moment. My borrowed time starts... now.