So alone she feels as she sits all alone in that dark room ready to do it all alone, jump off that building or down a bottle of pills or slit her small fragile scared wrist. As she sits contemplating the reasons to stay she finds but one, none. She is sad to sad for this life to sad for this world, she can not walk on this earth with the normal people she is to suffocated for that. She is too unlively for this living breathing working world, so at that moment she says goodbye and does all three.
She feels each pill slide down her throat in a candy like manner then she picks up the blade and feels a cool rush go through her hand as she slits one cut at a time1 2 3 4 each one deeper than the last, these bring her so high she felt like she could fly so she tries right off that 3 story building and takes a hard concrete crash landing and there lies that poor little sad girl everyone thought was better.