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This note is not meant to be happy, though the tone I may use. This note is to say that I have fulfilled my yearning and I'm no longer bound to this earthly plane. There are many things I want to say, yet I have no mouth to say it, only this note to carry out my last message. My last spout of nonsensical bullshit. Always remember my likes, dislikes, people I knew. That is all there is of me now. A jumbled collection of memories of me. I don't want the conflicting stories so I will tell you who I was. I was {My Name}, I was friend, caring, nice, but I also completely sucked. I was selfish and rude and loud. Do not be sullen whispering in between your tears how you miss me. This is a little everyone's fault. Mine included. This was a selfish act, I thought of myself and the peace I wanted. Life has worn me down, a weight sits heavy on my chest, a straining as I try to feel human. I want someone to send a message to the Batman writers or some dumb shit like that. Send Dana Terrace or N.D Stevenson a letter. Give people who made my life livable while I tried to live it a piece of my memory or something dumb. This is my fault, but it's hers too. I try to be a good kid but is it ever enough? Oh well, I've faced my peace. This seems redundant. I've killed myself. That's all that's meant. Tell my friends I loved them. Remind them that I wanted to try, for them. This note is not done, far from. I haven't done it yet and it will only be finished when I do.