It's time to say goodbye forever to the past. I puts a gun to your temple, to enjoy the scene, how are you frightened, like a wild beast's eyes are torn from corner to corner, looking for salvation. But you can not escape. I press the trigger. All, you're dead. Goodbye, little fat girl, whose only joy was the food. You left me no choice of his stubbornness. Do not worry, I'll bury you in my subconscious, and I will bring flowers to the grave. And very soon, the light will be a beautiful butterfly, fragile, delicate, light, like a cool spring breeze. From it will smell like green tea and mint, it is deathly pale and deadly beautiful. And the butterfly - it's a real me. I do that for so long sat in the hateful shell. I, who finally get out of it…