Route 6, 2 miles from Washington, D.C., Marbury, Virginia, January 28, 2019

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10:12 a.m.


"You're going to shoot yourself... I know it. I know you. You can't take the pain. You can't stand the feelings. You're not strong enough to handle it. You will die by your hand."

- You know who


10:15 a.m.


"Life brought us together, and death will unite us forever..."

- You know who


10:23 a.m.


"It gives you satisfaction to be in the presence of dead people. I know it. I feel it. Whenever I look at you, No one looks like you when you see a dead person. You are directly addicted to it..."

- You know who


I was ready, or I wasn't. I don't know. I had a gun. I was prepared for anything. But I didn't want to. I didn't want to do anything rash. Nothing impulsive. I wanted justice for the victims and my mother, but I also wanted to hurt him the same way he pulled me. I'm dying for him. It is because of him that I am experiencing unimaginable pain. I want him to feel her. I want him to know what dying is like.

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