Pussy 20's Things

Mine would probably go along the lines of:
To everyone reading this, I'm sorry that I'm not really breathing. No, its not your fault or anyone else's. There is no one to blame. There is no need to figure out why I've done it, where you've gone wrong, or what could've possibly pushed me to do it. It's not that I was lured by the devil to take my own life, its not because I didn't enjoy or was satisfied with the moments I had here. Even though I was hurt, there were still good things; the memories I made with people, the delicious food I ate, and the music that I've happily listened to everyday. I think, that's what life is about, realising things. Obviously, you can't really know exactly what happens in the world. Let alone to people close to you. I just also think that I'm a terrible person. That's enough for me to fully decide to remove myself from the lives of others. I don't want people to worry, I don't want to become a lesson, I don't want people to not move on from me. I mean that's one of the reasons why, I took my own life because I know the depth of my actions. I know that not everyone is perfect. But my brain thinks otherwise; that I'm the worst person to ever live, I need to kill myself to make you happy or feel at ease. I hope you know that I did it thinking about what I could've been, an alternate, per se. I'm sorry. I'd rather be forgotten than forgiven.