Hmm...

Sometimes I wish it would all go away.

Is that too much to ask for?

All the times you've hurt me before were nothing compared to what you did.

Maybe you won't understand, but at least understand this: I'm about to break.

I'll cut my hair, name myself something you'll never recognize me by, run away to a different country, disappear off into the wilderness, kill myself, anything. Anything to get away from you.

Is pain part of your vocabulary? How about regret? No?

Well you're about to find out exactly what they are.

Or do you just not care? Would you be relieved if I left?

Maybe I'll just save you all the grief I'm putting you through. Maybe I'll just leave this world so you'll never have to see me again.

Does that sound like a good idea?

I think it does.

Ah, why do I even bother trying to explain this? You're not going to believe anything I say after that.

Yet, even now I'm paranoid that you're coming up behind me to smother me once again, coming up to break my bones with sticks and stones. Lovely isn't it?

It's not your fault if you drive me insane. Blame it on my paranoia. Blame it on my insecurity, my weakness, my temper. Just keep the blame away from yourself.

After all, no one wants to be blamed for anything.

Especially you.

Especially for what I'm about to do.

Really, don't blame yourself. But just to let you know...

I'll blame you.

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Suicide/running away from home letter, for all your nefarious needs.
Use as you will.