I don’t matter.

Nobody would miss me if I died. They can live without me at my job. I’m just an elementary school secretary; I’m not even that vital to the school. Anyway, they can give that position to someone in college, maybe. Nobody at work would miss me. Other then the occasional glance from Janitor #2 with the really nice hair, the only reason I drag myself to work is for the money. He only glances at me, though. He full-on smiles at the other secretary, who doesn’t even do her job. She’s a bit younger than I am, just out of college, mid-20’s, probably. She is specatcularly gorgeous, but she ignores me. He deserves better than her. When he smiles at her, she hardly looks up from painting her nails.

I climb on the rail of the bridge.
Because I don’t matter.

I’m single living in an apartment, no boyfriend or anything. All my friends moved to this state and that state, haven’t heard from them for years.

I jump into the frosty water and try to stay underwater.

I surface.
I can’t do it.