I hanged myself last night. After years of contemplation I decided enough is enough. I ended my misery, a merciful death. But merciful not to me. It's my revenge against the one that hurt everyone I love. My judgement and sentence. The end of my fight for what's right for humanity. I have finally slain the monster, repented the devil. 

I will no longer be the monster that plagues the earth. I will forever be sorry for what I've done, for even in death I will not be released from my guilt. I wish my body to be burned to ash and trashed, forgotten and meaningless just as I am. 

I hung there, still and lifeless, cold and empty, and went into the void to disappear. The same parasitic void that followed me for years passed, overtook me as it was always destined to. 

My grief is indescribable by words, immeasurable by numbers. My guilt is infinite. My sorrow is disabilitating. I pity you, the one reading, for cursing your eyes with this garbage notebook and garbage writings. 

I love you, and I'm sorry.