A Note From A Stranger

A note.

That's what someone gave me. I guess that its God's way of telling me to not kill myself. It's his way of sending me an angel to guide me.

I was writing a letter to my friends and family. A final letter.

It was my final goodbye for what I planned. My death.

It seemed like the only solution to my problems. For my death will bring peace to those around me. I assume.

I feel like a burden to everyone. To my friends because of all my drama, to my family because of my general nature, to her because I hurt her too much.

Everything around me seems to fade, becoming consumed by the darkness within me. My mistakes, my regrets, my realizations, my pain, it all came crashing down on me. I just wanted it to end. I just want to disappear for the problems to go away. Mainly because I am the problem.

I want to disappear. To let go of the life that I have, and get rid of the problem that is Myls.

Once that's done, my family will have one less mouth to feed, no more drama king, no one to hurt her anymore.

All that planned. No date, no time. I'd just disappear.

I was writing on the bus, trying to stop the tears while doing so. I wasn't even 50% done when the bus stopped. I got off of the bus and resumed to writing while walking not minding anything around me. When someone called me out.

She shouted hey and grabbed my arm, gave me a small piece of paper and told me to hold on and live. She said that I can do this. That I can get through whatever I'm going through.

She wrote this and got off the bus even if it wasn't her stop.

Huh. God's own way of sending angels to guide his disciples, I guess.

Asked for her name. The only thing I got was "Cza."

Whoever you are, you reminded me that a person can only handle so much. But also not to give up, to hold on and keep living, to get through the harshest moments of life.

To the literal angel who gave me this letter, thanks.

I can't thank you enough, Cza. If you can see this and are reading this, thanks.