There's a Christmas tree somewhere in London with a bunch of presents underneath it that'll never be opened. And I thought, if I survive all of this, I'd go to that house, apologize to the mother there, and accept whatever punishment she chose for me. Prison... death... didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death, you know, I wouldn't be in ' Bruges. But then, like a flash, it came to me. And I realized, man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in ' Bruges. And I really really hoped I wouldn't die. I really really hoped I wouldn't die.
I feel like not going to heaven and just being nothing is he ll. If u don't make it to heaven....theres nothing. its the end of all ur thoughts and dreams but if u make it into heaven u get to live forever in magical sparkle land.
