I’m going to assume you think I’m weak for doing this. Maybe you’re right. I can’t find it in myself to give a damn anymore.
This world is gone and soon I will be too. You were one of the last people I saw, so it only seemed right to write this to you.
I’m not going to apologize for this. This is my choice and I’m going through it.
Would you even understand? You’ve lived for however long… Have you ever tried to end it?
I want to be with my dad again.
And sorry for shooting you when we first met…