When I said, 'I'd never given much thought to how I would die', it was a lie, and you probably know it.
But sipping from the goblet of existential dread from time to time is a great deal different than downing it.
You already know what I plan to do and all the ways it could…end badly.
Thank you. Not just for all you've done, but for not bursting through the door to stop me as I write this.
You know where I'm going. Just wait five minutes. Just five minutes. Let's hope it's long enough.
But if she wins. Don't let him do it.
I've accepted my fate. How-ever it goes.
Please look after Charlie for me.