No matter where I am, even if I’m behind bars, if you try anything, I will find out, I will come for you, and it will hurt.

They say everyone’s born a hero. But if you let it, life will push you over the line until you’re the villain. Problem is, you don’t always know that you’ve crossed that line. Maybe it’s enough that the world thinks I’m a hero. Maybe if I work long and hard, maybe I can fool myself.

Doing something good it helps with the self-loathing.

You’re the first person I ever pictured a future with. You’re also the first person I ever shot in the head.

Dear God, I would do anything to see the look on her face when she realizes she’s helpless. I’d make her want me. Then reject her. Devastate her over and over and over until she wants to die. No, I won’t give her that, either. She’d wither away like someone dying of thirst or starvation. Be a certain ring of hell, designed specially for her. Or maybe I’ll just kill her.