i know not what's coming over me. my pulse accelerates, and i get a head rush everytime i lift my physics notes. the nagging voice to plummet off the twentieth floor is louder than it has ever been.

i don't know why i cling to this poignant life. nothing is going right, and nothing looks set to go right. everything is as wrong as it can be, except for maybe my relationship with my mum, which will probably sour by the time i get my results back which actually is pretty soon.

i wish i didn't care about anyone, so i could just throw myself off a bridge and finally put an end to all this misery, because living for others is making me all the more desolate.

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7:34 PM