Hugh woke up one day and realised he was worrying about something. Whatever required so much of his negative attention this time had completely eluded him, but he could feel it was serious; as if it were eating away at the deepest recesses of his soul. If he was to describe this feeling to someone he knew - a family member or a friend, say - they would no doubt snort with laughter and claim he was being his usual melodramatic self. How could someone worry about something when they didn't even know what that 'something' was? "Pathetic" they'd say, wrapped around phrases such as "absurd" and "ridiculous".
Hugh didn't feel any of those words were relevant to how he felt, quite the opposite - surely worrying about one's own personal well-being is far from "pathetic" and to ignore this issue would be the genuine "absurdity" of such a situation. He found himself becoming intensely angry with the people surrounding him, realising that if they ever came to him with some sort of personal issue he would undoubtedly try his hardest to help them in any way he could. Unfortunately, his situation was a source of amusement for these people.
When he finished writing his note, he paused for a moment and then proceeded to scratch a simple rhyming couplet at the end of the piece of paper; "I tried and failed, my sadness prevailed. Goodbye."
