I stare at all the rude text messages on my phone. There must be over a million. As I scan through them I realize how terrible of a person I am, and how much better the world would be without me. I take the elavator up to the roof of my apartment building, the 22nd floor. I walk to to the edge of the railing, and jump off without looking back. 'Thanks a lot Kelly Porter" I think to myself as I fall down... down. Thanks a...
