I'm crying again, telling you this like you could do something, like you could find me and comfort me. I'm on the roof again, wondering if the jump is the only way out of this. Wondering if I have any other options. I sit on the edge, feet dangling, looking down. Watching how the world is louder and stronger, how it swallows me whole. I have already made my decision. It's over. I'm over. The world is over and the game is over. Everything is over. I lift myself one last time and take one last look down before I let my body meet the gravity. For once, I let it do what it wants. At least once I face, no pressure, no sadness, no disappointment. No more crying nights. No more heartless people. No more weakness. No more feelings. Only freedom. I love gravity. I love seeing how gravity works.