(AND REALLY, YOU SHOULDN'T. I'M A WORTHLESS SON OF A BITCH.) I'M OBVIOUSLY NOT HERE. I'M NOT AT HOME. I HAVE SOME...CONNECTIONS, AND I MANAGED TO SNEAK OUT OF THE HOSPITAL. I'M STAYING SOMEWHERE AMONG MY OWN KIND. DON'T BOTHER LOOKING FOR ME.
I'M SO EXHAUSTED. PHYSICALLY. MENTALLY. IT'S HARD TRYING TO BE HAPPY FOR EVERYONE ELSE. I'M JUST DRAINED. I CAN'T EVEN BRING MYSELF TO MOVE RIGHT NOW. AND IT'S TOO DAMN HOT.
AS SOON AS THIS HEADACHE GOES AWAY AND I STOP BLEEDING EVERYWHERE ELSE, I'M GOING TO GET THAT ANTI-POSSESSION TATTOO. AFTER EVERYTHING THAT'S HAPPENED. I JUST CAN'T NOT DO IT.