I'm Still Trying to Stay

(First person) (Broken thoughts) (Adapted) Dormitory for 10 people, fifth floor, 507, upper bunk near the door. There is a line under the bed: I don't want to be here. The person who wrote this line is long gone. I am coming. When I was in the third year of junior high school, I thought about many ways to die. The fastest kind is to jump. But a girl said: I will wait for you after you finish the exam. I finished the exam. She didn't wait. For the next two years, I locked myself in my room and became a severely depressed patient. A friend sent a message: Are you alive? I replied: Yeah. They don't know that I typed out the word "um" with all my strength. This book is written for the person who pulled me back from the window. Also written to everyone who is still trying to stay.