How to write death notes in 2017

As the sun rose over the Bay Area in early January, I watched the waves crashing onto the shore.

In the distance, I could hear the sound of rain, the smell of sewage and the smell that was so close.

I was in the middle of a year of hard work.

I was writing my death note.

I wanted to write it as simple as possible and as long as possible.

It was my first time writing a personal note.

It had to be easy, simple and memorable.

I knew what to write and I knew how to write something with a capital A. I had an idea that I was going to start writing it and I was not sure what to do with it.

I spent the next few days and nights trying to decide what to include and what not to include. 

I had a lot of ideas, but I also had to remember to leave out some details. 

When I started writing my own death note, I did not know how to use the words.

It felt weird to write a death note that I knew would end in a death.

It took me a while to get used to that. 

My ideas for my note included the following: “This is what life is like for me right now.

I’m not sure I will ever get to go to work.” 

“The best way I can describe what I have going on is that I am depressed.” 

“[The worst thing] is that when I think about all the things I need to do, I can’t do them.” 

(I have a bad feeling about this part.) 

“It’s like someone took a piece of me and used it for something else.

I wish I could go back and say ‘This is how I felt like in January.'” 

“I think it’s important to keep my life short.

It’s important not to be too ambitious.” 

I started to wonder if my ideas would be accepted by the community, so I decided to keep it short. 

“For me, it was like going to the airport and having the entire airport shut down for a few hours, which I could do for about four days,” I said to myself.

“I knew I had to get my note out.

I didn’t know if I would get to it in time, but the thought of my life ending made me want to write.”

I kept it short and simple. 

The notes were written as a quick summary of my personal experiences in 2017.

I could only get one word on the back of each note: I.I. (And I’m sorry I’m being super cryptic.

I know you won’t believe this.) 

I was not really sure what I was doing.

I felt I had a really good chance of writing my note if I was very good at it.

The first few notes, I was thinking to myself, “This is a bad idea, this is going to get in the way of things, I’m going to be overwhelmed by all the requests I have to get through.” 

But then I thought, “Maybe this is my best shot at doing it.” 

My first attempt at writing my letter was an easy one.

I wrote, “I’ve been going through this shit for two years now and I still can’t get over it.”

It was an easier one to write than the second attempt, which was a lot harder.

I kept writing and I kept thinking about it. 

After three days, I got it down.

It started off simple, with just one sentence: “I can’t live without the constant presence of people I don’t know.” 

The first thing I thought was, “What does this mean?

How can I write this?”

The second thing I realized was that the whole purpose of writing a note was to have someone respond.

If you don’t respond, then you don. 

It wasn’t that I wanted people to read my note, it’s just that I didn. 

In January 2017, I had been working my ass off and living with anxiety, depression and stress for a while.

I thought it was going well.

I wasn’t stressed out by any means. 

So I wrote this note. 

There were a lot more notes I had written.

The more I wrote the more it felt like a diary, a list of all the negative events in my life.

I would write a lot and not get a single word on it.

But I knew I was working hard.

I also knew that I had not been as stressed out as I thought I was. 

As I was typing my notes, things started to fall apart.

I began to feel like I had lost control of my anxiety.

I started thinking of the worst things in my past.

I lost my job.

I quit my job at my previous company. 

Then I started to panic.

I realized that if I didn: 1) Not say anything,