Some days I just feel like sitting at the edge of the building and think just think. It’s crazy, I know. But when you’re at the midpoint of deciding whether to jump or not, you tend to lose your sanity of what to do. Decisions are messy, especially when you’re a maturing teenager who screws up so many times. You just wish everything could go right, right? To go your way. Yet people come and go, imperfections start to grow and awful outcomes show; reality won’t make that happen apparently. If you ask me, I would still be thinking on that edge and would come to a bad conclusion.