Don’t jump out that window

…open the door instead.

It’s crazy.

I sit in the back seat of Ubers and None of them know how many times i think about opening the back door and just rolling myself out to the pavement never to be recognizable in this flesh again… the thing about ideation is I’m still battling with what makes sense— like logic and make believe. This is like some freaky alternative reality that i can’t release myself from