“I want to feel bad for you, but I can’t bring myself to do it. You deserve every bad thing that's going to happen to you, and at your lowest point, I pray that you think about me. I want you to watch me glow on TV when you're eating in the rec room. I want you to think about my life and how it’s the life you’ve always wanted while you’re sharing a dirty shower with a bunch of women. I want you to see me be loved by a man the same way you wished one loved you. I’m going to send you pictures and postcards because I know my happiness is going to kill you faster than a prison cell.”
