It was a beautiful rainy day, I was sitting on my coach, starring at the window and thinking why should I be here, in a city where half of the people are dead, even though they"re alive? There was a huge feeling of despair in my heart, I wanted to fly, or at least be somewhere else, but I couldn"t. My entire life was tied to that awful place. My family, which I was just too scared of disappointing, even though It"s my life, was preventing me from breathing, I couldn"t do anything, but listen to listen to other people rules and complain how weak I am to not be able to think of ways to change my life. I just abode to everything that was going on. Even my so called "friends" did something. At least they have a family, they are not bearing, but flowing in the current of day-to-day life. Those were my last thoughts before I tied a rope and made the bravest thing in my life - committed a suicide.