I jumped from the nineteenth floor.
The reason is that my "psychological quality is too poor" and I can't stand the criticism from my parents.
The moment my head made close contact with the floor, the huge pain I imagined didn't come over me.
My head was like an old TV with poor signal. At first, there were tiny snowflakes appearing on the screen, and then more and more of these snowflakes appeared, flooding my field of vision.
Concept: A short story based on whims