The view here is amazing. I can do anything I want here, without anything crushing me. What I would give for this feeling all the time. But I can’t have it. Because I am a bad person. I hurt others around me. Because I hurt others I too have to be hurt. That’s why I cut. There are so many scars and open wounds on my wrists. All a reminder of never to hurt again. But it keeps happening. And so the red slits on my wrists keep coming. Why i hurt people I don’t know. I just do. I take a gun and shoot them. They don’t deserve it. No-one deserves that. No-one except me. the only way to stop me from hurting others is to stop myself. And there’s only one way to do that. That’s why I am here, on the Golden Gate Bridge, San Fransisco.

I have so much I need to repay. And it can be done when i am gone. I will never be able to hurt again. never be able to be pulled under the smothering blanket of depression. never have to feel the razor again. And thats why I am jumping. No-one needs me here anyway. So I will jump.