Dear Annette, I don’t know what I could possibly say that would rectify the harm I’ve caused you. The truth of the matter is that being with you was the only time I have ever been happy. My whole life has been a joke. I prided myself on taking joy in others’ misery. Well, it finally backfired. I succeed in hurting the first person I ever loved. Enclosed is my most prized possession. My journal. For a long time I considered it my trophy. A sordid collection of my conquests. If you really want to know the truth than please read it. No more lies. Please give me another chance. I’m a wreck without you.
"I can’t feel sorry for myself because I’m a poor little rich boy."
"l can’t stand that ”holier than thou” bullshit…yet l’m completely infatuated with her." - Cruel Intentions (1999)
"So it’s like a secret society?"
"…That’s one way of looking at it."