Months have passed I sit in my room and start to think that Maria is not much like me, would this mean that I have to leave her. The more I visit her and watch her I feel as if Maria just isn't it. When night approaches I have made my decision, my life isn't worth living. I think that the best way to end it is to jump off a bridge. As long as no one remembers how pathetic I am or remembers me I will be in peace.

     I went into her house with all the photos I took and laid it on her bed with a note. If she knew that I was stalking her then she would want to forget about me. I came to my house and drove my car to the most desolate and abandoned bridge I could find. Also in my car I had all the things that held sentimental value to me in a suitcase. Once I had my things I hid my car and readied myself for the jump. I could feel everything happening so slowly, I was approaching the water and I closed my eyes.