There are no more barriers to cross.

All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed.

My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others.

I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling.

This confession has meant nothing.