Everybody I love is dying.
The people closest to me are dying.
And it's my fault.
I've caused the depression.
I've caused the accidents.
I've caused the cancer.
It's all my fault.
I'm poison.
I'm toxic waste.
If I go.
Everything will get better.
For everyone.
No more depression.
No more accidents.
No more cancer.
No more sadness.
I'm sorry I've caused all this death.
I'm sorry.