I Battle Depression

09/11/01. As the towers fell I was busy completely destroying my life. Now 15 years have passed and I'm amazed that I'm still alive. I grew up thinking that jumping off a bridge was crazy, then one day I was trying to choose between jumping or just stepping off. I'm glad I didn't do it most of the time and I still have a long way to go. I didn't expect life would be this hard. My dad died five months after I was born, I wonder what would have changed had he lived. Stuff like that keeps me up at night. Maybe jumping was the better choice. Meh.