I wrote my final letter to whoever will find me
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I do not have the strength to fight life anymore. I am tired of listening to all the comments—how I might potentially break something, how I am not careful enough, not proactive enough, how so many things have broken in association with me. It’s always me. I am somehow always the culprit, the antagonist, the clumsy, messy, chaotic, dumb, unqualified person incapable of doing anything right. I get everything wrong. I might even get this attempt wrong because of course, how can I get anything right. Not one person respects me. I do not wish the pain I have felt all these years on anyone. No, not anyone. No one should feel inadequate, unworthy, unsure, unaccomplished. No one should have their faith in them steadily decline to the point where they cannot trust themselves anymore. No one should bear the decline of cognition and mental faculties to the point where their brain feels like a spider’s web haze over an empty skull. No one should live every day suffering internal mental breakdowns and then be told they need to fight and be positive or be admonished for harboring negative thoughts. You think if I could fight them I wouldn’t? I have fought umpteen battles in life. For the number of times I have taken hits you should wonder why/how I am still here. Every single, small little thing that could otherwise be accomplished without much difficulty for most people arrives with little result but mired with hardship for me. On top of this I have fought issues for which the resolution and direction arrived much much later, by which time I was well into my 30s.
Anyway. All this is in the past now. I am writing this because today I have chosen to bid farewell to this kind of a life. Enough is enough. I hope you forget me because I do not want to reside in anyone’s memory. But that said I don’t think I am particularly memorable so maybe that should not be difficult.
Thanks to everyone.