I Love College

I remembered the time I wanted to kill myself. I’m in the top floor of the library. Ocean view. I see ledge that I looked down from to think about whether or not the fall would kill me.

I imagined the wind rushing my face, the temporary regret that I would feel after jumping wishing that I had not done it in the first place. Then the sudden thud and non-existence. Just cut to black like the Sopranos.

It’s weird to think someone could come to the conclusion that the best option, or a viable option, would be to kill oneself.

Two here already kicked the bucket. What did they think?

Why would something of this world, something likely material, or a relationship that has only existed in this small blip of the timeline of the universe, be even worthy enough to make one consider going against millions of years of evolution.

The black crows in the pale blue sky contrast. They flow and twirl in the air like leaves in the wind.

The birds are going crazy. Me too.

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