I was really bored when I wrote this so it's probably not going to be that great, but who gives a crap. If you don't like it you shouldn't be reading it in the first place. It was your stupid mistake for opening the file. But on a lighter note I hope you enjoy my letter.
I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. If I did the show would have gone very differently laughs maniacally>.
Dear Maes,

I can't take this anymore. I'm not sure I'd want to even if I were capable. The fire, the screams, the sorrow filled eyes of the countless people I slaughtered. Damn it Maes they were people too. What right does a man have to take the life of another man? Everyone says I'm not a murderer, but tell me how I'm not. I killed countless people with no reasoning or thought behind it. I was trained to kill so I did…and now look at me. I'm contemplating taking my own life, if that's what you'll call it. If I take it won't all of their deaths be in vain? Would there have been less of a point than there already was in killing them? War is supposed to try men, it's supposed to separate the elite from the weak. I'm weak Maes, and I'm admitting it. But if I'm so weak why me? Why was I hero? Yet another judgment from our Fuhrer without reasoning or thought. I don't deserve any special treatment for what I've done. I deserve to be laid out on the ground and have the birds peck my eyes out. Those eyes you once described as beautiful have lost their life during my stay in the East. They've grown so dull, it's not right to make you stare into them for any longer. Perhaps I shall rid myself of them while taking my life. I'm sick Maes, and no one ever recognized it. Everyone was told to look at Mustang because he was strong. How strong am I really? How strong is a man who cries himself to sleep every night really? How strong is a man who looks for the meaning of life in this empty world really? There is no point; there is no reason, just proof. Proof that everything happens for a reason. I went to war because from the beginning of my existence I did not deserve to live. I stole the oxygen from a baby whose life could have amounted to something. I wish I could give that life back to that child, but I can't. So I do the world a simple favor. I kill myself with hopes that somehow I can undo what I've done by erasing myself from the world. In years I will be forgotten, nothing but a name in history books as a man who massacred the "wicked". It's funny if you think about it. I'm killing myself when that will bring no resolution. I'll be remembered as what I'm trying to escape. So by killing myself perhaps I'm letting him win. Well Maes, you've managed to do it again. Perhaps I'll allow myself life for a little while longer.

Your Friend,

Roy Mustang

I know kind of stupid, but I was bored. Please review.