My family makes it clear to me that they don't want me at home. Everything deep inside me tells me that I am going to end up as a vagabond if I don't kill myself first. I feel like a serial taker of bad decisions.
I know a bridge near where I live, but judging by the height alone, it would only break my bones rather than kill me. Maybe if just the right moment a car passed exactly when I fell, but I still lack the courage to jump.
Approximately in a year, with luck, I will be able to obtain the permit I need to buy a firearm and have it as a safety measure.
I know a bridge near where I live, but judging by the height alone, it would only break my bones rather than kill me. Maybe if just the right moment a car passed exactly when I fell, but I still lack the courage to jump.
Approximately in a year, with luck, I will be able to obtain the permit I need to buy a firearm and have it as a safety measure.
