i was going to die. i would jump off of a high building for some sorts. i was going to kill myself. i was going to. i would i would i would. oh, thursday. thursday. one of my favorites. one of many. one of all. it almost happend then. almost almost almost. She metaforicly put her hand on my shoulder. she pleeded in my head. she told me to stop. i recanized her voice as my only loved one. so i listend. listend. listend. her tender voice. her sweet tender voice rang in my ears. i love her. my one and only. to bad i’ve gone mad.
