The world is ending. I only have 24 hours left to live. So I wrote this letter . Dear World. I lived a good life here. The second before I know it's over. There's going to be a sense of unity. The one thing we've all wanted, but could never have, oh, cruel world, please. Don't take me away from my life's work. I've spent so much time and energy trying to perfect it, but it never was perfect. Does perfect even still exist? Who cares now? The world is ending and the world over as we know it. It was nice knowing you. It was nice living here. Goodbye. You were good people. You are a good person. I'll see you again in another life. Maybe. I don't know.