Dear Diary, i am tired! I am tired of everything. I am tired of life. I went to the cliff today again. It was so peaceful. No noise, no people. I stood on the edge and looked down. The sea was stormy below me. The churning of the waves crashing against the rocks represented my heart. The sea was restless, just like me. I thought of jumping into the deep sea. Into the depths of darkness. One slip of my foot and i would fall to my death. I would be able to escape all the troubles of life. But then, i remembered that I had once heard someone say that suicide is for the weak. I was most certainly not weak. I was strong and would overcome all the troubles I was facing. But then I thought, 'let me just jump . One step and it's all over.' But a picture of grandma flashed in my mind and I began sobbing uncontrollably. I could not help it. Tears flowed down uncontrollably and I was gasping for breath. All I do these days is cry. Life is so miserable. What can I do? Aaahhh!!! Why me????
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