Suicide Note

If someone had told me I would be dead by the time I was thirty, I probably would have put more urgency in trying to accomplish something with my life. A life that I would one day look back on with great regret and sorrow. You never know when today will be your last today, and tomorrow is just an illusion. When the person you planned on calling or seeing is no more than a dream you can't remember. Or a goal that you set for your self now seems so far out of reach. The future can get farther and farther away, while the past can catch up to you in an instant. I suppose I will never know when my tomorrow will end, or when death will call upon me. Unless I take life into my own hands. . . . And I choose the day I die.