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.