No I wasn't suicidal. Chalk this up to poor motor skills.
7:25pm local time - I'm hungry so I get my coat and shoes on to head over to union to buy myself dinner. I have to go down a flight of stairs to get out my dorm, as I take the first step, I forget to take a full step with my right foot and I stumble. I lost my balance. I grabbed the railing and managed to hold on with my right hand. I wound up lying on my side on the steps.
This would not be the first time I fell down a flight of stairs - I've done such a thing twice before, both times falling in a manner that I slide down down the steps on my butt.
But this time I started to fall head first, due to the nature of the steps, had I not caught myself, I would have landed head first, slamming my skull into the concrete landing halfway between second and first floor causing a great deal of damage.
I've always had this premonition from since I was a little kid that I was going to be dead at a young age - tonight I think I cheated death.
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