When I was 12
I was hiking with my family, we sat on the edge of a cliff at the top of a mountain,
we were over looking the painted landscape
I remember looking at our feet in the empty air
and I asked my older sister:
“do you ever just want to jump..?”
She nodded and replied with:
“yeah shay.. :) I always wished I could fly too..”
and that is the first time..
that I realized that my head was different.
Because while she was
thinking of jumping to fly..
I was thinking of jumping to die..
and that’s when I started hiding my head lol
followed by a life of hiding self destruction.
Story time