”Hi Anna,

Please don’t let your tears drop onto this letter; I paid a decent amount for this paper, so I’d like it to stay in perfect condition. But of course, I ain’t ever seeing this letter after it reaches you. How does it feel reading a letter from some chillin’ six feet under? Not so great, I’d imagine.

So… Hmmmm… You know, there weren’t many people I truly cared about. I think I made that clear to everyone, which was the right thing to do. I’d rather be an honest asshole than a sweet liar. Whatever. You already know all of this; I’m just trying to delay the main thing I want to tell you.

Thank you, Anna. Thank you for humouring me. Thank you for enduring all my bullshit and all my farts. I’d like to apologize for the latter. I just want you to know that you have kept me alive for so long. If I hadn’t met you, I definitely would’ve done this a long time ago. I’m saying this because I know you. I know that you’re doing everything in your power to blame yourself. Just don’t. Your existence gave me the strength to not give up. “And it wasn’t enough,” you probably said. That’s utter crap. Thank you, Anna. Thank you once more. Thank you again. I can keep saying thank you until you accept the reality and stop blaming yourself. You should be nodding in agreement right now, but just in case you’re not: “Booooooooooo!”

Take care, you beautiful human.

Love you.”