And because it’s Christmas Eve, a major trigger of mine is going to be basically ubiquitous today. I won’t be able to get away from it. So I’m going to spend most of tonight wanting to die. It’s already started.
My heart’s breaking. It’s a holy holiday. I shouldn’t be like this on a holy holiday. I should be at peace, and focused on my God, and my loved ones, and other good things. But instead I’ll be focused on that fucking gun, and it won’t stop.
Merry Christmas, Kat.
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Hang in there. I feel forgotten.
I’m sorry to hear that.
Hey, Fish, thinking of you today. Stay strong.
Hey Trey. Haven’t spoken to you in a while. I hope you’re doing alright.
Give yourself a little slack. Jesus NEVER said to celebrate his birth. He only ever pointed to the Father. All of it is made up. If God, then confess it and let it go. Maybe tell someone how you’re feeling (about the gun) so that your family won’t put you through this, Kat.
Well, funnily enough, my grandfather decided to open his present tonight instead of on Christmas morning. So, the good news is, the gun is now in the safe, and I can’t kill myself anymore. But the bad news is, the gun is now in the safe, and I can’t kill myself anymore.
You weren’t going to do it anyways 😛
Yeah, probably not. It would’ve been a terrible thing to kill myself on Christmas Eve.
Not until I find another m3thod, at least. And who knows when that’ll be.