Dei

"I'm truly sorry. I can't take it anymore.

I know it would be surprising. However, it's the truth: i'm not happy, and I never was. This smile on my face is disgusting me. I'm disgusting by trying to hide the truth by sharing a cheerful, glad, universal smile. I can't live like this forvever. No, really, I can't.

It will be pure Madness.

My body would, yeah. But unfortunately, my sanity can't do the same. My health is degrading every minutes of my life, and I'm degrading too. I know how much the public will be disappointed. I know how much they love me : Too much, and I'm suffocating. Your attentions touches me deeply, I swear. But it strangles me, and by your love and admiration, you're killing me, softly.

However. It's not like anybody would remember me. I know how this world of stars strasses and glitters works. I know how everything seems perfect. But I also know it's behind the velvet curtain that plays the darkest acts, the secret acts that holy humans became gods to the humans are able to see, the only drama they could see.

I know my death would'nt be disclose as a suicide. I will be gone for New-York, London, or Paris. Nobody would speak about it, or it will become a murder. This letter will never gonna be published, and everybody will forget my name.

And that’s better like this.

Don't keep anything about me. Don't remember me. Don't respect the memory of a man like me. I don't deserve it, and you neither.

Goodbye, beloved public ! You've been a awesome helpmate for my days, nights and evenings !

You mostly were the only one, I must admit.