For two years I've been... well, in the same place I've
always been, writing you a suicide note.
I worked on the rhetoric, the grammar, and even added an
element of a surprising end.
But you know what? After two years, as I look at it now, it
still doesn't look as good as I hoped it would be.
So I'm gonna save it, but don't worry, I'll just have to
change the name for the next pretty girl who's about to ruin
my life.