A leap from a clifftop

The cliffs of moher lie on the west coast of Ireland, a famed beauty spot, popular with tourists and so forth, but also a notorious suicide spot, the only other suicide spots I’ve heard of are beachy head in England and the golden gate bridge, but I guess every country has them. Those cliffs are about a four hour drive from me and lately my thoughts have been gravitating towards jumping off. That four hour drive would be hell, “give life another try” my instinct of self preservation would say but truth be told I see no other way out. The best policy would be to jump immediately, I remember doing a bungee jump once, the instructor said jump straightaway or you won’t jump at all, the same rules apply to a suicidal leap, I would jump, cleave the air and plunge into the Atlantic, or perhaps the rocks below, sudden death upon impact. It’s a 500 feet fall, I guess that would take 30 seconds, then its all over. How my loved ones would take the news holds me back but I don’t know for how much longer I can live this fucking hellish life.