Don’t Look Down

I almost did it.
I wanted to...so much.
Its too much to handle.
I can't handle living this way... This is the only way to get passed the situation.
I could always just talk about it but I'm too afraid. The only person I can talk to is the only person that makes me realize the difference between my thoughts and reality. This is the only alternative.
I was standing there, about to do it.
Then I stopped.

I'm afraid...
I don't want them to give up on me.
So...I backed away and left.

My fear of being alone seems to be stronger than any temptations or addictions...

I have to write a 500 word essay on my opinion on the possibility of genetic alteration of human traits.

I just happen to have been debating this for like, a month.
I'm soooo getting an A on this shittt.