In my mind I began to write down a list of people. The most would probably be very happy after my death, because we never went to a friendship. Most times I wasn't real interested what they are doing every day, which new level they reached in this new video-game (the one that I never heard before, and normally never would hear something about it after this short conversation), and how the dog from their neighbors felt.

With other words I wasn't interested in those "perfect" lifes that everyone else had and loved. Often I also didn't knew if they only wanted to laugh about me and my weirdness. I mean I always was the only one in class who read books after school.

Well old bullys from my primary school were on this list next to them from my secondary school. It was crazy to see those names on one list.

I began to write letters to them with all the things I always wanted to tell them, all those sadness and anger that they brought up in my mind, in my life.

They were never real nice to me, but the letters to them were also not very friendly. Maybe they deserved it, probably not, you can choose.

I didn't told them that I would be death (they wouldn't care about it).
I finished the first letter in my mind and decided to go home to write them for all those persons on my list.

This would be a long night.