Aria, I'm sorry.

I can't stand this anymore.

I already have everything prepared. The toaster, the bath, and the socket. I already have everything down to the letter. When the record player stops, I drop the toaster in with me.

And then what happens next, I don't know.

I know you've tried. I should know. You've left me a lot of letters about this stuff. Even from the start.

But I don't want you to think that you failed. Please don't think like that.

I just want you to think that…you've been a great friend, sticking to me like this throughout everything.

Ma, Pa…if you're here and find me like this…I want you to know it's not any of your fault. It's all mine, and mine alone. Let me shoulder this weight. By myself.

I'm really sorry you guys.

But there was only one way it could end, and I didn't want to bring you guys down along with me.

Thanks for your time.

See you on the other side.

-Elliot.