Of course, when I made the decision to end my life, I wasn’t concerned about details like that because I understood that I had no control over the vast majority of the universe, and if I were going to kill myself, then other people would be emotionally scarred. That’s a fact. Still I tried to write several suicide notes so no-one would feel guilty, but they came out all wrong. Every explanation looked stupid. I doubted that anyone would understand my notes. Finally, I settled on a fake suicide note. Yes, fake. Fake in the sense that it was short and sweet, a seemingly plausible albeit completely untrue reason to commit suicide.
I wrote “I miss Israel too much. I never should have left her. -Rivka”
While I certainly do miss Israel every single day, that would not be a reason to commit suicide because how would I get to return home if I were dead? It’s common sense, nu? Missing Israel is actually a reason to persevere.