"Write something, even if it's just a suicide note" - Gore Vidal
“The parts of me that used to think I was different or smarter or whatever, now make me want to die.” - David Foster Wallace
“Dear Anyone Who Finds This, Do not blame the drugs.” - Lynda Barry
No organ transplants. Catholic funeral. Thank you.
There's a secret stash of Heroin taped to the back of the 5th draw down, there's a box of love notes in the second drawer, and my journals are on the shelf. Please dispose of these things. My computer password is UnstableMassOfFoam. Please delete the hard drive, including any and all finished and unfinished work. All emails have been shut down and will return all email. All social networks I remember have been deleted or deactivated. My work ID will be attached to a note with phone numbers that will be needed (work, sister, etc) to aid ID.
I am sorry, I can't go on. There's just too much pain. I don't get why we argued all the time and I don't understand why you feel that way. I don't get any of this anymore. I just wanted the summer. I knew it would end badly and abruptly. I just wanted the summer. As for you, I don't understand why you'd willfully be unhappy because of plans made in the past. I don't understand why everyone hates me. I don't understand why I'm so ill. I don't get it anymore. I didn't contact anyone because I knew I was sick and I'm still in the wrong. I can't exist like this. My heart is too broken by every little thing. Everything hurts. Nothing heals anymore.
74 paracetamol downed with Vodka. Good luck saving me from that.
28/12/1990 - 01/08/2014