Yesterday I was at the condo unit of my friend with some blockmates. We decided to hang out there. They have 3 doubled deck. I lay down on the top bed near the window. I tried opening the window but they were mad at me. Maybe they know that I might jump out of the window. They know how crazy and mad I am. But I told them I wouldn’t jump. Not yet. And they let me open it but they were guarding me. I opened it and took my feet out. I looked down. I was very tempted to jump. It’s like I can be free once I jumped out. It’s like I can get out from this sick world. It was just for a little while because they were getting mad. Later, I opened it again. They were holding on my feet. I told them I wouldn’t jump. But I know deep inside me I want to. I want to be free. I want to get out. But they were holding on to me so maybe not yet… maybe the tight grip of their hands can be my reason for living… maybe…
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@nonexistantsoul: Last coming to comment on this. Short of discussing m3thods, which we are not allowed to do here, I am assuming you are on the third floor of a flat. I will say with a great deal of confidence you will likely survive that jump but it will hurt like hell. And you most likely will break a few things, including your back or neck, and if that doesn’t make matters bad, breaking your back and/or neck may permanently disable you, rendering your life even more difficult than it is today.
Okay suicide m3thod discussion done. How are you today? What brought you to the point where you want to throw yourself out the window to experience the freedom of death? Lot of people on this site have stood in your shoes, I’d be willing to listen to you this afternoon. It is crisp and cool outside my window, a perfect day to listen to your story.
it was on 8th floor so I guess I’ll die if I jump. Nothing depressing happened on that day. It’s just that by just opening that window, I remembered everything that made me want to jump. I’m so tired, all I want to do is be gone. Actually, now I feel like I’m getting better. I’m trying to see the world differently. I’m trying to look at everything on a positive side. My friends are with me too. They are helping me. And I wish this goes on. I’ll try to get better. And I wish I could get better…