i’m tired. i don’t wanna be depressed anymore. if i can’t be happy, i’d rather end everything now. i’m living on 15th floor. it has a balcony. it’s so tempting. i can just jump off the balcony, then eveything will end in a second… right?
i just keep think of my mom. she kinds of knows that i’m depressed again. i don’t wanna let her down, but i still wanna end everything. i have no hope. no reason to live for.
a while ago, after writing a short memo, i went out to the balcony and sat on the edge of the wall, looked down. no one […]