To Any one who cares

To anyone who cares,

By the time you read this, I hope to be dead.
You can't undo something thats happened; you can't take back a word thats already been said out loud. You'll think about me and wish that you had been able to talk me out of this. You'll try to figure out what would have been the right thing to say, to do. I guess I should tell you, 'dont blame yourself; this isn't your fault,' but that would be a lie. We both know I didn't get here by myself.
You'll cry at my funeral. You'll say it didnt have to be this way. You'll act like everyone expects you to. But will you miss me?
More importantly- will I miss you?
Does either one of us really want to hear thje answer to that question?

So I guess this is goodbye,
Kristen