Letters

I.

That's right! If you're reading this, I'm now dead, but I'm obviously alive as I write this. You just dug this up from whatever shoebox I decided to place it in. So put your reading glasses on, sit back, and enjoy this nightmare of a ride.

You're probably wondering what actually happened to me. Did I hang myself? Did I get killed by someone else? Did I overdose on a measly drug? Maybe alcohol poisoning? As I write this, I don't even know how I'm going to die.

I haven't thought about it in too much detail yet. Do I just want to let this disease kill me slowly? Hell, I still have to write this before I die or else there will be no story to tell. So while I'm doing this, I'm going to have a few drinks like I always do at this late hour and cry profusely like a little child.

Don't get me wrong! I love my family! We just don't really connect like we used to do. It is tougher getting older.

If you haven't figured it out by now, I have really bad depression. I mean, I'm probably bipolar and my consistent drinking really doesn't help that out too much, but it's whatever.

If I were to die right now, what would I say to people? How would I say it?

LETTERS!!!

I got it now. I'm going to write letters to everyone. Maybe just little notes. I'll keep my family out of it because I don't want them to get all emotional. So, without further ado, here we go.