The only thing I fear more than death is isolation or imprisonment. I’m already isolated. I have been for years, and it just got worse in 2021. Now it’s time for the chickens to come home to roost. Everyone will pay for my suffering. This is my last fight, and I’m going to make it a spectacle that you can not forget, even if you want to. The final act of this wretched play will begin as soon as intermission ends. You’ve been warned. Now I will dissapear as I bide my time for my final curtain call. The ostracised bpd riddled virgin’s revenge is at hand. Time to burn down the village to feel the warmth. Time to kill myself to escape justice and traumatize everyone who doesn’t deserve me in their lives.