To how finds this letter and all they tell.

I wasn't always the way I am today; actually it took a lot of work and the Love of another to make me as happy as I was. I’m not me any more but some thing worse, I was hurt worse then I ever was before. I have no reason to go on living, life is pointless and so am I. I did my best and still I lost, never again will I Love, never again will I be close to anyone on any level.

I'll be leaving now, don't worry I wont leave a mess, I'll make sure to do this in the cleanest way possible. The last thing I want is for you to have to clean up my mess. Before I do this though I need to tell you what self murder of the soul is. Self-murder as you could have guessed is suicide, so my soul is committing suicide. You see when I do this I will no longer be the person you knew, I will be someone completely different, something the complete opposite of what I am now. This could lead to true self-murder as I look in the mirror and see what I have become and grow more and more disgusted at my self every moment of each day...

Well... It's time... I have to go now my friend... where I'm going you can't fallow... I'm sorry... I'm truly, truly... Sorry... I'll miss you... See you around, I guess...