A/N: I've been feeling morbid lately. Blame my depressing love life and friends who kinda hate me... okay, I'm gonna shut up now! Nobody cares! Pity party is over. I don't own Death Note. Sparkles!
B/N:
I can't do this. It's impossible to live like this. My world is empty of the people I love. Nobody here loves me. Not even as a brother or a friend. The pressure here is immense. To make up for the lack of love in this place, they lay on the pressure to be perfect, so I can become L. I'm not alive, merely surviving. And I won't even be, by the time someone finds this note. Goodbye. B, I was always yours.
Forever, A
Akai Damas