It was 4AM last night. I sat at the edge of my window sill, letting my feet dangle outside in front of me. The night was tranquil as silent raindrops bounced against the fire escape. My eyes began to water as I leaned forward out the window, and looked down at the street below me. Only my hands firmly planted on the ledge kept me from likely plummeting 50 feet to my death. I was consumed by feelings of self-hatred, rejection, loneliness, and hopelessness. I just wanted it to all to end. No regrets. I spent several minutes convincing myself to not let go, before I realized it was father’s birthday.