I know I've overeacted. I feel I can't fix anything, just take it apart.
I've been looking at this tree. I've already grabbed the rope, two days ago but I haven't been left alone. I keep saying I need rope and I found it. I wonder what will happen if I get the chance to climb that tree and tie the rope. Soon I will be alone. I will walk and look again at the fork in the branch where will be sufficient. I've been looking at you, branch. Oh god, I hope I can tie a knot. If it doesn't hold, I failed at that and then where will it go, it will must go on, there's no turning because this time I will not fail. I ask myself, will it be painful. Was this just a dream. Who's gonna find me? That's what I hate those most. People look stupid when they are dead.