31 May, 20XX 

Dear Yoongi, 

You know, before my mum hung herself, she told my six year old self how amazing life is; how it is a miracle that God looked at us and thought that the world needed a person like us, and how there were adventures left for us to go on and to discover the true, pure beauty of life. 

Then, a few days after her death, my dad found her suicide note, which read that life, for her, was just another carbon copy of what hell seemed like. 

And now, standing at the edge of horizons, I can only relate to the latter. 

Yes, I'm not in the pink of health at the moment, and hope is more or less lost, especially after I'm supposed to down thirty pills a day and practice breathing techniques, all in vain. It is troublesome, yeah, and the worst part lies in the fact that I cannot come to terms with the fact that the medicines are not showing an effect at all. 

But whatever, I don't want to get you all depressed and low, so continue with your life as this letter stays buried in the collection of fan posts. 

Yours lovingly, 
Tara