“Sometimes I come up here to think. Everything looks so small from up here. Makes me feel better, you know? Like I’m not so small myself. But that feeling only lasts a little while. Then I start thinking about how miserable everything is, and then all I want to do is step off the ledge. I can’t just jump. Don’t want to end up on the Hill. But I hope that someday maybe a big gust of wind will come and push me off so I can end it all.”
















