From the first day, I knew I'm going to go to prison or jail. I'll deal with it because somebody died.

I made a deadly error in judgment. I got behind the wheel of my car after drinking alcohol. No one is responsible but me. I continue to replay that night over and over in my head.

I don't want anything to happen to them while I'm in there.

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.

People just saw me cry all the time. People didn't want to be around me. I was very depressed.

I would hear things from adults - never anyone from my age. You don't listen to adults.

I know the guilt I live (with) every day of my life is nothing compared to the grief of the Baker family.