The tears streaked my face like rain on a window at night. My eyes were red and puffy, slowly darkening with each waking minute the burning saltwater tore its way down my face.. "I can't do this anymore..." I state to myself as I hold the six-shooter in my hand, playing a one-sided game of Russian Roulette with myself. My hands quivered as I lifted the Revolver to my head. As I did, I suddenly remembered. "I didn't write a suicide note", I thought to myself. I put the Revolver into Safety Mode as I arose and approached my drawers, pulling out a pad of paper. I walked to my desk, Picking up the sharpest pencil I could manage to find. This is w