I won’t die until late August, but this is the note for when I do. I need to share it.
My suicide note (In preparation for the inevitable. In preparation for the end of the story that has been embedded in my genes since I was an infant):
They say life is a bad joke. They are wrong, it is a good one. When we were little they told us that we were special. That we were unique. That we were all winners. That we mattered. That there is justice in the universe. That we were lucky enough to be born in the greatest country in the world. That there is a God that loves us no matter what. The mortified looks on our faces when we realized it wasn’t true- it must have been a riot. Boy, they really got us good. I will give credit where credit is due. It was funny. Just my kind of joke.
With the little love I have left to give,
– [Name Redacted]
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Some people have hope, enough to keep thinking there is a god.
I’m happy for those people. I’m not one of them.
I have had those same thoughts. I feel like a victim of life and never get a break. However, my recent attempt made me realize that ending my life doesn’t give me the chance to prove anything to anyone. I wouldn’t be there. The people I do love would be hurt, and I would be to blame — and there’s no redo. Once it’s done, it’s done.
I believe in God, it just isn’t the God of many people’s understanding. Anywho, I like the letter, very creative, why August?