To whoever is reading this, I’m not sorry. Call me selfish, an asshole, whatever you please, I’ve heard worse. It’s kinda ironic, I spent my whole life being thrown from home to home and never good enough, never sober enough, never Mr and Mrs whatever's perfect little miracle sent from Jesus. So I got out. I ran away, slept in cars, on benches, the couches of men much older than me. If S.U.C.H didn’t have such a shit life expectancy for its employees it would have been nice.(long pause) Is this a selfish decision? Yeah. Is it a smart decision? Absolutely.

Two years? Two years! What the fuck do you mean two years? No! I finally get out of that shit hole and the first thing I’m told is Hey Taylor nice to meet you. You're destined to die in two years but hey no worries magic is real and wants to kill you. Get the fuck away from me! Go find someone else to do this shit.