I remember sitting in a classroom on the second floor at 12 years old wondering why I couldn’t stop thinking about throwing myself through the window. I’m now 25 years old and taking my own life is all I think about. I have no friends, no job, no money, and no future. I have finally decided to add to the statistic because it’s all I can ever think about and it will be all I ever think about. I’m almost excited to finally get it done, I tried two years ago but my brother called the police and they saved me by ten minutes.