Fate, has finally defined me.
Today I lay here knowing I won't wake up in the morning. I 1400 miles away from home, sitting in a hotel room watching the sun go down. I confess, I deserve this. I cannot live any longer. My souls already been murdered, take my body. I'll leave a note, my organs are to go to those who wish so desperately to live in the world. It's less selfish that way. I get what I want, and so does some innocent child who wishes to see tomorrows sunrise. I read up on how to kill yourself without harming most the organs: as long as they get here in time.
I'm sorry god. I hope that you will understand.
I hope this is and was my purpose.
I have a purpose.