[A suicide note draft from my notebook]
At the time I am writing this, the sun is rising. I’ve always kind of had a soft spot for the sunrise. Especially when you stay up all night to watch it. Waking up just to see the sunrise is nice too, however, I think it’s a lot harder to wake up than stay up.
I have good memories of sunsets, but a part of me likes sunrises more because I don’t have as many memories tied to them.
The night sky is also extremely calming, but it has the ability to fill you up with adrenaline.
At one of my old houses, the night sky was easily seen through my window, and the moon brought me comfort. A few years ago, back when I was younger, I read a book called ‘Every Soul A Star’. It wasn’t Shakespearean or anything, but I loved it. I would read it over and over again. It brought a new love for stars and space, and I wanted to learn and see all of the constellations our universe had to offer. I didn’t really get to, as one thing led to another, and I eventually kind of grew out of it. However, a part of it hasn’t left.
I’m resting now, and I’ll soon leave this world; naturally or otherwise. I feel oddly content, perhaps numb, despite my intentions behind writing this. Farewell my friend; I hope this letter wasn’t too annoying, what with me babbling for the most part. I’ll attempt to leave now.
See you later, Alligator
(you guys can see why I decided this one wouldn’t work)