This balcony is pretty high up.
Maybe I could just tip over. Land on my head, maybe?
But then I'd still probably be alive. Would I?
Jump to find out.
Wish I could jump.
Wish I could jump.
Maybe I can just tip over…
Maybe I can.
I think I am.
Waitwaitwaitwait! No wait, I'm not ready!
"I don't think I'd be anything without two things,"
Oh gooooooood.
Reach out and grab the balcony ledge with my hand, and my grip breaks easily. So here I am, plummeting down to station square like some kind of publicity stunt gone bad.
I don't land on my feet. Or my head, as I was hoping. Took the brunt of it sideways. Maybe on my legs, I don't know. My right eye hurts and it's misty in that eye. And my head hurts and stings in the way when you swallow water through your nose. And my leg hurts.
Actually, no. My legs hurt.
Actually no, my legs don't feel like anything at all. Cause they're all the way over there.
Wait for myself to black out with one thought/fault in mind:
Why can't I just die?
"my legs and my friends. These feet have carried me for through so many parts of my life. And everyone's been there to support me."