My name is Vikki. Looking at me, you would find it hard to believe I'm 20. I certainly don't act it. I'm far from being politically correct. I'm very family oriented. I'm a drug dealer (oh, the joys of being a pharmacy technician). Oh, and I'm a hick. Yep, little country bumpkin me.
Then there are people that you say “Fuck it” and you stab that bitch
so for my art project we had to fake a death/murder. for mine I did someone who had jumped off a building. when I was laying down while the picture was being taken, 7 people came running up to me asking if I was okay and if I needed an ambulance etc. I’ve been suicidal for a very long time, and the thoughts of jumping off buildings and ending my life have gone through my mind a thousand times. But the fact that people actually stopped and came running over to see if I was alright made me see that people do care, strangers care. so many people looked and walked past, but these 7 people some how took these suicidal feelings away… weird huh? But the moral of this story is that people do care about you, even people who don’t know who you are.
Signal boosting this shit