Dear Diary, Today i failed suicide.

"And here I stand..." A chuckle escapes me as I stare down in the abyss that most likely would end my life, a welcoming feeling washes over me. This is it, this is the moment i write the last page of my life. It's been a fun ride, but this... The time for me has come. So here i am, standing about two hundred meters above the ground, on the gray roof of a residental building complete with a dull gray look.

"Look at me now ma!..." I say as a chuckle a little more, I start to feel the tears dripping down my face.

I stand there and let the feeling of sadness wash over me. After so many years I don't see the point in fighting the feelings anymore.

And to be honest, it kinda feels reliving. After so long with feeling mostly sadness you kind of grow accustomed to it.

I guess it's true that you can grow addicted to everything.

So I guess it's kind of my fault too that I ended up in this shithole. As soon as things change i fall back into what im accustomed too... Depression and sadness.

But I won't have to care about that when im dead, do I?... Atleast I hope I don't.

I was never really religious and didn't believe in any kind of afterlife, and that's what i think was what drove me into the depresion...

The thought of dying... the thought of never feeling again... the thought of never experiencing again... and the thought of never being again... It just... horrifies me...

Untill it sounded more like a relief...

"Here i am. About to kill myself couse im afraid of death... The irony is strong with this one." I have to laugh a little at that.

Well, that isn't the only reason it came to this. But thats for another time. If there ever is one.

Maybe i will wake up in the hospital or under suicide watch in some pshyco ward tomorrow, attached to some kind of machine that's barely keeping me alive.

Because the fall mangled my body, but didn't have enough of an impact to kill me.

That thought alone almost makes me back out of this.

But i wont, I know what will hapen if I back out now. I've already written the letter and if im alive tomorrow il be put under suicide watch.

Well this is it... The moment my life has led up to.

I take a deep breath, as I close my eyes and breathe out as i feel the last tears i'll ever feel drip down my cheeks. some of it making it's way to my long black hair, making it wet and stick to my face.

I feel the sinking feeling in my stomach as the wind of the fall push against my naked skin and hair.

Wait...

I never jumped! And why am i naked?

I was about to jump but i never fell forward!

I open my eyes and realise im not close to any ground, and when I look down I see green.

Lots and lots of green.

Where did the city go?