Hello guys,
my name is Patrick Huizinga, I'm 28 years old. I live in Cranendonck which is in the province Noord-Brabant in the Netherlands. I used to be a structural engineer but I gave up my entire career after my 8 year old nephew introduced me to the Counter Strike : Global Offensive scene 2 years ago. Since then all I've done is trying to forfill my dreams and become the best counter strike player in the existence of mankind.
Right now I have 700+ hours played in the game and I just became Gold Nova Master. I have a good feeling about succeeding my mission to become the #1 ranked player in the game. I have already talked with some experienced counter strike players like; Reichsinspekteur, Yung kkrlul, SomKosh and KoppieBree. They said that if I keep doing what I'm doing, I'll be there in no time. Unfortunately my wife left me 2 weeks ago because I refused to make her a sandwich when I was in the middle of a Counter Strike : Global Offensive game competitive matchmaking game. Since then I continuesly kept crying until my neighbours came to check on me and found me crawled up in my cat's cage, which I accidently crushed when I tried to get in there. After my neighbours found me like that they decided to find some help for me, so they called our local crackdealer. He hooked me up with a little bit of what he calls "Happiness, but not really happiness. Basicly it's just crack". In the first week of using "Happiness, but not really happiness. Basicly it's just crack" i felt amazing. I talked to Jesus, Santa Claus and the one and only Gharte. It was the best week of my life and I comepletely forgot about the fact that my wife had just left me. But in the second week of using "Happiness, but not really happiness. Basicly it's just crack" I came to the realisation that "Happiness, but not really happiness. Basicly it's just crack" is not happiness at all but it's just crack. Unfortunately "Happiness, but not really happiness. Basicly it's just crack" is a really addictive substance so I could not quit using it or I'd feel even worse than when I do use it. So at that point I called my Mexican neighbour Jésus so he could drive me to a rehabilitation clinic. I arrived there yesterday moring at exactly 6.43 AM. After 2 hours in the rehabilitation clinic I got a phonecall from my dear grandmother Josy, she had told me that my refrigerator had been stolen and had been used for something we call "een ramkraak". I could not handle the news and it really pushed me to my limit and that's what brought me right here, to the desk on which I am writing this suicide note. I wrote down a summary of my last 2 years on this planet so everyone can know why exactly I had killed myself in such an horrific way.
I am sorry for everyone that I left behind but I did not leave you empty handed. Every single on of you that reads this note has recieved a present from me. If you walk up to your furnace and you unscrew your inductionplate you will find a brand new package of "Van Nelle zware shag" ( Some of these packages might have a little bit of "Happiness, but not really happiness. Basicly it's just crack" in it but don't worry, it's comepletely harmless.
If you do get addicted to "Happiness, but not really happiness. Basicly it's just crack" you can find my old dealer in the same rehab clinic I was in before I killed myself.

Goodbye my dear friends
-Patrick Huizinga