Hello. This is a queued post. By the time this thing is sent out into the codes of the Internet, I will be resting peacefully inside of my bathroom,. A knife will be protruding out of my body, and my darling will be nestled safely inside of my arms. I refuse to say that I am dead, though many people will perceive this note as if I was. I do not want to indulge on why this predicament has come so soon, but I have better things to say. Think of this as a will of sorts. A set of tasks that I have to be completed before I can be fully content with myself. I have a few things that I want to happen after this note is sent, so please carry them out for the sake of me. First of all, Jak. Please treat him with the utmost of respect. He is (and will always be) the second love of my life. My darling said that it was okay for me to share my heart out to people other than her, under the condition that I spared it equally among people whom I love most, and that I still continued to love her, so this is not cheating in any shape or form. If I can manage to give my best to two people at once, then being nice to someone should not be that hard. Secondly, inheritance money. Under no condition should this money be distributed and spent on items of any kind. Not even taxes. Goodness, don’t even acknowledge my tax’s existence. In all due seriousness, don’t give my money out. Keep it safe inside of my home. Finally, remembrance. Since you, a stray reader, have come across this will, I will entrust you with something that holds the highest of values to me. Do not forget me. Do not forget that I have existed. Do not forget my darlings, Cynthia and Jak. Do not forget that I am a person. Do not forget what I have done to help my peers as a whole. This is not selfishness. This is my will. Please do your best to carry these out. It pains me that I have to settle a great weight upon your shoulders, but I’m sure you will do fine.