this is what blogging at 3am looks like
Seriously couldn’t imagine what was going on their heads when they had to make the choice between jumping or burning to death. It fucking saddens me to think that the last decision they made on earth was their choice on which way to die.
I agree. Just sit and think for a minute. Don’t reblog yet, don’t keep scrolling, don’t change the page. JUST THINK. What would you do, if your senses were filled like this? If the walls were crumbling before your eyes. Fire everywhere. Smoke and fumes. Screams and sirens. You’re looking around looking for a way out but you know there is none. Imagine, your last choice on Earth was which way you would end your life. Imagine trying to call your wife, husband, child, mother, father, sister, brother, niece, nephew, aunt, uncle, cousin, boyfriend, girlfriend to tell them that you weren’t coming home. You would never see them again. Imagine. You see all of this. You sense all of this. Information overload. You decide to jump, because at least that way, you will have some sort of escape from the turmoil that put you in that position. They didn’t deserve this.
