And even as inferiors
We are masters of our own ultimate fate. Iβve lived all I could in this life and I got this great urge just today to plan my leave. Family and friends, when you find this I ask that you please dispose of my physical being in the cheapest way possible. And if you want me to rest in peace then please, erase my spiritual being from yourselves. Nothing would haunt me more than to be constantly thought of; but maybe that will be my eternal punishment. My last laugh will be that I thought I ever had a chance at a superior lifestyle. Calling myself a disgrace wouldnβt even put it close. Time to begin planning











