Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
I should have known this mess was going to happen to me. My uncle hit 101 and an aunt hit 100. Daddy was also 100 and he didn’t want it either. Now here I am sitting here at 100 rotting away and watching my friends and family die. This isn’t the life I wanted at all and everyone knows it.
I’m not supposed to be here but they said that God has a sense of humor. I bet he’s laughing really hard right now.
I hate it here. I wish death would hurry the hell up.
Hey there. How are you doing?