Standing here alone, searching over this city of nothing for something better than this. Knowing this seems almost nonexistent, I decide to stand here forever, or to end it all now. My life has been a waste this whole time. I've figured nothing out. Twenty years for this? Twenty years for nothing. I'd give it all away just to start over. Looking back on my life, I wrote this letter for you. I chose these words with my heart. I am alone.