I seem to be all about the questions in this diary. This will probably be no different. As I was driving yesterday, I was looking at the bridges that I was driving under and wondering... wondering what it might be like to just let go of the wheel and crash into one. Whether I would live, die, be horribly hurt. Mostly wondering what people would do. I see the tears of the people that knew him. Or had seen him in the hall. I wonder if they'd do that for me. I wonder if I'd be happier afterwards. If I did ram my car into the concrete beams and survived, would it somehow make it better? Would it make them see me, accept me, or would they finally sever and let me go? Would it make me finally realize that I finally have the life I desired and that I should be happy with it? Or would it just cause more pain? And could I finally let go of the people I need to let go of? Looks like everyone's broken.