My Not-Suicide Note

I have had this ongoing fear of being murdered for a while now.





It's not my apprehension of death that makes me cringe as much as the thought of my assassin setting up my death as a suicide.

What would people think?
My loved ones would think that they failed me as loved ones,
My enemies (if I have any) would laugh at the pathetic situation I had become.
Those who didn't know me would simply gawk at the dilemma, because that is what the detached do. Tragedies of just another person are always fun to look at and into.
That is because taboo excites us. Admit it! You are guilty of tuning into the news, 90% or more of which is filled with the missing, raped, and dead. I always digress...

When you kill yourself, everyone's perception of you changes in an instant.

Please know that there are few situations in which I find death a more appropriate option than living. Torturous predicaments. Physically painful, near-death-anyway sorts.

So, in the case that I am ever found hanging from a ceiling fan, or face down in a pool of my own blood with a gun in my hand, please find comfort in knowing that I did not do this to myself. Some asshole out there is just trying to get away scot-free.

Get 'em!