LOU RASMUS

I killed my ex-girlfriend last year. Not literally, but sort of. She’s physically still alive. She’s just dead in every other way to me, and I did it. I pushed her to the edge (again, not literally) and then I killed her. I made her block me on social media and delete my number. I moved halfway across the country. And then she was dead. That’s it. And now she could literally (I mean it this time) die, and I wouldn’t even know. So the way I see it, she’s dead already. And I killed her. Lock me up.