Five

Close your Eyes

If you're reading this it's too late to save me.

At this point I've already sold my soul.

Maybe I sold it a while ago, to her. It was only ever her. I loved her so goddamn much.

And we had planned a trip to London together. That was, until I saw her kissing him.

Now I'm here alone in London, and it's almost comical, I was going to propose to her today, but instead I'm sitting on the edge. The black water is swirling under me, and I can tell when I fall it will welcome me with open arms.

I am grateful for places like this bridge. It's places like these that really put the world into perspective for you. I am not worth it, I am a waste of precious oxygen. I am just taking up space. I am numb. When I finish watching my last sunset I'm going to die. I've come to terms with this fact. It's okay. I've embraced it.

    Some people were meant for big things. Being a rocket scientist or a ballerina, but I was just meant to love a girl. Pure passionate love, with all of my heart and every fiber of my being.

It's too late for me, but there's hope for others.

Be their salvation.

My name was Hazel, and I'm finally free.

Best Wishes,
The Jumper