PLAN B

No matter how much I smile, my curiosity of what it would feel like to have a missile shoot through my brains will always linger in the back of my mind.
I'm looking for the perfect "cheerleader" to send me over the edge of no return!
When plan B is initiated, I want as many witnesses as possible.
That way the last image people will have of me scarred in their mind is a dead corpse floating on top of the river.
The last thing the phone camera will capture is its' free fall before it plunges deep.
Who wants to play with me?