Alone, tired, hungry but nothing is worse than being alone. I long for a friend, someone to watch me destroy myself in a angry pit of grief because my family is falling apart. Someone to watch me jump from a ten story building knowing that they could have done something but they didn't because they didn't want you to complain about you're life again. And I am alone no one to yell at when they steal the last piece of candy or eating all of the ice cream on movie night. Alone such a strong word and so destructive and yet the word goes perfect with the feeling, the feeling like you are in space with no way to breathe the air or feeling of the wind press against you're face, but no you are on earth feeling like you are in space. But you don't get angry at the way that you have always been alone but are now just noticing that you are alone and all of the years of knowing that you will never have someone to talk to so now I take a final breath as I fall ten stories off of a building knowing that no one will notice me falling or me feeling at peace with my decision, goodbye cruel world and thanks for not trying
