My name is Simon Stimson, I am the choirmaster at this sullen town called Grover's corners. I live alone, except for my wife. She often has to come find me from the stories i've been told about my nights where I go wobbling drunk after hours. I moved to this small town from the big city of Boston, hoping that It would help. It did not.
Everybody in the town is so happy all the time. I don't know why though, I don't think they see that life is just ignorance and blindness. I drink to forget about my problems and pain, but I try to hide it by being the choirmaster. As you can tell, life isn't great to me and honestly, I just want to end it all. So that's what I did.
Since I'm writing this after my death, I already know what my future will be. I continue living this pitiful excuse for a life for a few more years. drinking away the nights as my wife goes out and looks for me in the dark and winding streets. Until one day, where I decided it was enough for me and I hung myself in the attic.
I can say that, if your're alive and unhappy, I would just forget it, because our existence isn't good at all, we are all ignorant and blind to the truth that is our world, our life, our cities, and our towns. I hope you have learned something from this, and I hope you will realize it, just like I did before it is too late.