Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Suicidal Letter

Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again: I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems to be the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can't fight it any longer, I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will, I know. You see, I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.
I dont think two people could have been happier than we have been.

Virginia Woolf

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

as despedidas são muito tristes. Vejo com um acto de muita coragem.

. said...

Nefertiti: eu também. Acredita que eu também. Nunca consegui desligar-me da velha história de o suicídio ser um acto de cobardia corajosa ou de coragem cobarde...beijinhos! E bom ano!

GlamBlamBlam said...

Nunca tinha lido essa carta.
Heartbreaking !

Dirim said...

É verdade Horvallis, é verdade.