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Its 530am and I'm sitting here, getting drunk.
Half of the workforce at the factory does this, so I don't feel bad. Even if they didn't, I still wouldn't care.
In 2 days I'm going skydiving. If I'd never felt truly suicidal, I never would've had the balls to do this. I don't fear death anymore. I know that the chances of anything going wrong are very slim, since its tandem with an instructor. Lately I've wanted to know what its like to fly. Not in a plane, but flying through the air. I'm gonna find out. I can't fucking wait. I'm scared shitless, yeah. But I know as soon as I jump off the plane there's no turning back and the fear will disappear, the adrenaline will take over. I feel alot better knowing that I'm not gonna be doing it alone, someone will be strapped to my back.
 
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