This death that comforts my soul is welcoming. I now feel that any pain suffered was deserved by my filthy, muddy self. Selfishness and bitterness ate me up but was never directed towards any one single person. Just any who crossed my path. I tried to control this dependency, this rude obsession, this passion, but I was found weak and not able to power my own being. Sorry. I had many acquaintances, many people to talk to. To all of you: thanks for the time. I hope, truly, that I have not been too much of an inconvenience. Too much hassle. Too much pain and irritability. Once again I will sincerely say I'm sorry. My life had just been cramped up. I tried to take it out on myself rather than the one who is reading this but each time I was once again proved as failure. Sorry. I had nothing left except for the power of blame and once again not directed towards any one person, it was just habit. Everyone: sorry for all my inconveniences.

(Was intended to be an actual suicide note...not a poem)