Seven o'clock off work all the way crying home, I live on the fifth floor, when I walked to the fourth floor looked at the opposite floor of a moment, straight past the door of the house on the top of the eighth floor, but was locked, can not open, I tried to open when suddenly from the side of the voice of someone talking, in fact, there is no resident, a moment of sound scared me, can not move, standing there crying for a few minutes, once again tried to open the door unsuccessful, but the foot is like lead can not move the road, step by step down, in the middle of the 7th floor, I looked down, The old community did not have a guardrail, you can jump down, I grabbed the railing to look and look, the people on the sixth floor are ready to eat, the family on the opposite floor is eating, they see me. I still didn't have the courage to look down, and moved back to the fifth floor step by step to open the door, like a deflated leather ball collapsed on the bed unable to move, and now it eased up.
This was the first time I had implemented the idea of leaving this world in my mind, and my body was afraid that I didn't succeed, but I wasn't glad I survived, and I didn't have depression. But in the past few years of graduation, I often think that if I hadn't been in this world, I would have been fine.