Don't take this the wrong way. I loved you, and have appreciated every effort you've put in to make me happy. The problem is with me. The problem has always been with me. One failure after another, I've disappointed you, though you've never chosen to show it. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry for wasting your time. I'm sorry for disappointing you, again. At least, it will be the last time...
Carefully, I fold the paper into my pocket, take one last swig from my beer, and walk into the cold streets. After a 20-minute drive, I'm at the bridge. I set the note on the railing, tape it down, and close my eyes...
"Finally, I'm going to do something good with myself."
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