Curtain Calling.

Hello.

What you just read was the note I planned to leave after I jumped off the balcony the apartment had that I'm currently in. The day I planned to kill myself was Saturday the 13th of July.

I'm sure you're all screaming, or wanting to kill me, or crying, but I just want to describe what stopped me. I hope it helps you.

The view.

I know how corny that sounds, but the view of the hotel itself, with the pool, and the hundreds of people just simply going about their day was the one thing that stopped me from vaulting the ledge.

I thought for a moment, drink in one hand, ledge in the other, what made me different from all those other people? I'm sure a few of them were suffering, just like I was, but they'd managed to put it away and enjoy themselves.

And if they can do it, why can't I?

Then I put the drink and the ledge down, and cried. For a nice long time. I picked my head back up, downed the drink, and stepped back in, locking the door with shaking hands.

As I sat there, I thought of all the people I'd leave behind. All the faces I'd never see shine. The world is never grow up in.

And it broke me. But not in the way I thought. In a good way.

It made me rethink what I had.

So, to anyone who's sizing up suicide: Step back for a moment. Think of all that you have to lose. Think of the world you'll miss. Think of the love you'll never find. The life you'll live. The people who'll fall into pieces as soon as they find you.

Step back up Guys. You all deserve as many chances as you need.