suicide letter

Dear Macbeth,
Thank you, dear one, for giving me the best years of my life. Thank you for loving me for all these years. Knowing you has made this wretched life of mine worth the while. It is a pity that i can't stay any longer but there is something in the back of my mind that keeps bugging me day after day. I reckon it is what they call guilt. I try to decieve myself, to tell myself that i couldn't care more about Duncan than i would a cow. But the truth is, i do care. It does matter to me and i am affected by it. I can't live like this any longer. To make matters worse, you seem to be so far from me. I feel that it is pointless living if you don't love me. I'm sorry that things turned out this way. I thought that if you were king, we would be so happy. But i guess i was wrong wasn't i? Please don't cry for me, my love. All i ask is that you miss me and remeber me. Don't let me slip out of your memory. By the time you're done reading this, i would be gone. Gone, gone into the Netherlands. Perhaps karma has caught up with me. Anyway, my life is not worth living so i might as well just say goodbye now. There is this void inside me although i have everything a person could possibly want. Maybe i should have given God a chance huh? Well, its all too late now. Good bye my lover, my best friend. You were great while things lasted. I love you. Good Bye.
regrets and remorse,
Lady Macbeth