I visited my cousins today, they live in a apartment. When I left, I didn't actually leave.... I went to the roof. I have a HUGE fear of heights. I stared at the ground, not thinking of my fear, but thinking of jumping. Thinking of ending my suffering. But then I remembered a promise I made to my boyfriend........ I promised him I wouldn't hurt myself. I didn't jump...... I just sat and stared at the sky for a while. Then I left. I was so fucking close to jumping off and ending it right there.....
