August 2011
179 posts
My Suicide Note.
I’ve been having these thoughts, these destructive thoughts, for awhile. There was not an incident that pushed me over the edge, now is just best. I know this is going to hurt. Not me, but you and I am sorry. You’ll heal, I’ll be fine, and life goes on. Today in all other respects is the same as yesterday and should be as glorious as tomorrow. I hope you do as you usually would. I hope you wait for a bus and the wind hits your face, that’s when you’ll know. I want to be remembered as the wind. The whispering wind.
