Bearable

It Isn't Bearable

Aug. 27, 2019
I still have 21 days, but I'm not so sure anymore. I need to die. I must, I should. I think that I have settled everything so far. From the looks of it, I have no more unfinished business whatsoever that's important. All the other stuff just doesn't matter anymore. I apologize for not being able to finish the mission. I hope that the afterlife will be kind. Pls. Guide me on the other side. I will no longer have much or in fact all of my memories. I won't be able to remember anything, as I sleep away into an endless, dreamless sleep. Life has been kind enough, but I see myself no longer fit, worthy rather, to continue living. This world has been nothing but kind and beautiful. I cannot start to describe how breath taking this world is. How you made it. It is truly indescribable, beyond compare to anything more beautiful if there is. It is an honor to be able to write something for one last time. Even though there would be no assurance of it ever being read. It's okay though. Everything's going to be fine. After I do this. Thank you for everything, and sorry for everything. I am a coward to live.