So I raise a morphine toast to you all. And if you should happen to remember it is the anniversary of my birth, remember that you were loved by me and that you made my life a happy one. And there’s no tragedy in that.
I want to finally… finish something. […] I want to feel something, even if it’s the pain of salt water in my lungs. I want to feel the fight. Something… huge. And terrifying. And brave.