Whatever happens I did love Anita. I thought the best of her, at least I believe Anita was her real name and she held to her values, and ideals like a bitch to her dress on a rainy night. Whatever becomes of this saga, of my fate, my lacklustre and my abounding search for freedom and happiness and solitude and all things Keanu. I shall still love her, always have, always will. I think she made the best choices, did the best things and well, screwed some good guys here and there, whatever she did, she did for the search of truth and the configuration of her planet in the distorted matrix of life. She loved a lot, knew a lot, was misunderstood a lot, and appreciated every chance she was given. Whatever happens now...it is her doing, and she wants you to know that you should give her a chance to make it up to you.

Whatever happens, I would like to know would you have given her an arm to leech onto the struggles of her pitiful existence, or shall her work remain indelible the moment she is gone like the works of all the greats before her time come, what shall we do with her now, shall we love her wholly now, and embrace her completely or love her still?

It was always this way...this is what shall be, whatever happens, Anita tried her best to be heard.