Dear Thirdy,
I just don't understand how you think. One minutes you're angry at the world. After another minute you're all thankful and understanding of everything and everyone. I'm tired of the confusion. I'm letting you go. Go forth and do whatever you want.
I won't hold onto you anymore.
I'm leaving this world. I hate it here. I have never felt anything else but despair and restlessness.
Take care of yourself. I hope you miss me.
This is my end. Good-bye!
Love,
Thirdy without Hope
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I never ever thought of killing myself. So I decided to kill a part of me and let that part write a letter to rest of me.
Apparently, I became an athlete. This blog is about what is in my mind when I am running, swimming and working out.
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