Dear World,

    Ah! No better way to write a suicide letter than listening to "On The Nature Of Daylight" and enjoying some chips and salsa.
    I thought this day would come sooner, but alas, 'tis not the time to be sentimental.
However, I will miss the music in the air and the sweet scents of pastures and river pine-needles. The world was once a better place for me, but every great thing must wither up and die. I lack the motivation to be poetic so I'll get down to it:

Will:
~All my money goes to Hoh (I've owed him over the years)
~Arina will get my ratties
~My Cannabis will be given to Trvor and Gleaon (To be disposed of, of course!)
~Bal shall inherit my room
~Dom shall inherit my guitars
~Please take care of Aiana, she'll need the most love and support

^^^That's probably good enough

Well I'm sad now. This is the real me. This is my only honest writing. It feels so good to be free.

So Fucking good!


What I have learned in my short pathetic life:
~All you need is love
~Lying isn't a thing
~Jesus doesn't give a shit
~Society is a sick fuck
~Music is alive



Goodbye Now.

Sleep tight, and don't let the

Priests Bite!