"He'd been standing there for a good ten minutes, just staring straight ahead of him. And suddenly he swung his leg over the parapet and dropped off. He hit the ground very hard and lay there stunned for a second and dragged himself to his feet and back inside."

"In about thirty seconds he reappeared again, hurled himself off head-first, landed on his chin, got up again, staggered about, went inside, came out again one the balcony, dived off, and did it again and again and again. He just kept on going."

"I couldn't hear anything although the window was open, until I suppose the wind must have changed and it was possible to tell that he was sobbing in quite a wretched way. And after about twenty jumps there must have been fifteen people just standing around staring at him in a semicircle. Nobody was raising a finger. Didn't seem appropriate really. He seemed locked into a very private act."

"Towards the end they had to help him inside because he really was quite badly broken up. I don't think he could have made it up the stairs by himself. And after about forty jumps, he just... didn't get up anymore."

"Apparently somebody asked him what he was doing and he... he said he wanted to jump 40 times off a first-floor balcony rather than straight off the top of a tall building, in case he decided to change his mind at any point."

"And clearly he didn't."

--Chris Morris, "Jam" (Episode 1), also exactly how I'm feeling today having to exist in this stupid fucking world

(I am not actively self-destructive, just... really despairing a bit about the world, its value, and my security in it. I'm just so fucking weary and feeling so isolated down here.)