I'm sitting here, in my room alone. And I feel so calm, I'm thinking about tonight, and my plans. I can't convince myself to stay here any longer. I think my mum would get over my death, not quickly, but in time she would. My boyfriend would too, he would cry lots. I've got a method, and now I feel like I have the confidence to carry it out. I know that this is my fate, and what I deserve. I can't run away from my fate, so I'm going to face up to it. I really hope it hurts him a lot, I hope he jumps off a cliff and dies a painful death for everything he has done to me and my family.