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When our car hit the pillar of the Paris tunnel, I knew the world would talk about this for a long time. I had always been photographed, chased, and photographed again. They were after me again, the paparazzi, but for the last time. When I died, I belonged to history, not the paparazzi. I was Princess Diana, divorced, mother of a future king. I died, when my life began.

I bled dry in a famous people's hotel with a knife and a baby in my belly. I always knew I would die before I turned twenty-one, and when I did, I would die famous. I was the blonde black bride of punk, Nancy Spungen. I don't remember who killed me, I was too crazy, but they say it was Sid. I was crazy, unpredictable and violent. So was Sid. We brought out the worst in each other. Our love could only end badly. Yeah, that madness and heroin.

I wanted to kill happy people. I wanted to kill men. Men kill women. I hated them. I slept with them for money. They used me like everyone else used me. I myself asked to die. My whole life was hell. From beginning to end. My mother abandoned me, I didn't know my father. They called me the Deathly Hallows. Me, Aileen Wuornos. I'm coming back with Jesus. I'll cry first.