Once upon a time, I was never going to leave a note. But, things changed and I changed – I don't want to leave anyone in the dark. I don’t want anyone wondering where I've gone. So this is it. By time this post goes live I will already be dead. So if you’re reading this message, no matter who you are,* no matter how you found it:
I forgive you, and I am sorry.
I have spent my entire life so certain I had to hide. Knowing there was something wrong with me, that I held an infinite well of cruelty irreconcilable with the sweet and helpful girl I wanted to be. All I ever wanted was to be good. But I am tired. I am tired of trying so hard, and failing regardless. I’m tired of being so bad at it that no one could even tell I was trying. Of tearing and clutching and desperately trying to fit. Of inescapable cycles of dysfunction and rejection. I have found myself consistently and constantly overwhelmed and hurt by the mundanities of life. I was not made for this world and I cannot thrive here. I am so tired of being afraid. All the time.
To the friends I have made in the last couple of years, I am so sorry. I know this might be shocking. I know we made all these plans, we had all these hopes, and now they’re never going to pan out. I want you to know, I wasn’t trying to lie, I wanted so badly for them to be true. But I am afraid by the time you met me I was already in the terminus of a downward spiral I could not be shaken from.
But this was always going to happen. A part of me has known it since I was 13 years old. I was only ever bargaining. It was selfishness that I clinged so desperately to you, and have left you now with hurt for having known me. But I don’t really regret it. I’m glad I knew you as long as I did. Maybe that’s selfish, but it’s true. I am not entirely convinced we won’t see each other again. Maybe what’s on the other side will be beautiful. Maybe what I’ve seen is true, and in death we’ll find a perfect understanding of ourselves and each other.
I want you to know I have made this choice in as sound a mind as I have ever been lucky enough to possess. I want you to know that this is my escape, and that I am happy. That when I purchased the weapon a relief flooded over me, like a dozen years of weight suddenly lifted.
I love you. Goodbye.
























