Every night, I pray to her and talk to her. There's not a night that goes by that I don't. I ask her to forgive me.
From the first day, I knew I'm going to go to prison or jail. I'll deal with it because somebody died.
People just saw me cry all the time. People didn't want to be around me. I was very depressed.
I don't want anything to happen to them while I'm in there.
I know the guilt I live (with) every day of my life is nothing compared to the grief of the Baker family.
Then, the driver of the other car started screaming how I killed his girlfriend.
I would hear things from adults - never anyone from my age. You don't listen to adults.
