On Christmas Eve my friend for almost a year Alfredo threw himself off the roof of his building, fifth floor. Miraculously... he managed to survive. If he was lucky or not, only time will tell...
Now, two days before that I met him for a coffee, just the two of us. I knew he was different, I knew he was tormented and had issues with drugs that he kept dragging. He told me he dropped his job and was perceiving the unemployement salary (err... or however it is called in english). He seemed happy about it, he was eager to meet a common friend who was coming back from Ireland for a visit, he even talked about travelling for a while.
And I thought: hey... I'm pretty upset with my job too, I think I need a change... I could use some time off, studying, travelling, going to the gym, spending time with my gf without having to worry to wake up early. It seemed a great idea. And then, two days later... he commits suicide.
Now I think that what scared me the most was the fact that I saw something about me reflected in him, some of my fears also pushing him to that roof. And since Christmas Eve, I've put in doubt everything: should I drop the job? Should I dump the girl? Should I move anywhere else? Should I keep studying this degree?
At this point, I believe I have to take a course of action and see how things go...
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