It seems as though my tale was cut short . . it has been brought to an abrupt end . . . It seems that this shall be my final chapter . . . My journey was short, as my life . . . I will never complete my goals . . never find happiness . . . at least I can leave this horrid world with the knowledge that I will not be missed. Who could ever miss someone like me? Someone who only ever thought of themself . . . They won’t miss me . . it’s better that way . . . I see a river…