I was fully prepared to go once my sn arrived. I had set last night as the date. Then people called me to come out for the games. Once I got home I just stared at the sn for what felt like 3 hours. I truly thought having a reliable method in hand was going to give me the last bump I needed to go. I know my circumstances are shit and only going to get worse the longer I choose not to ctb. Something is stopping me though. It's so frustrating. Eternal peace sounds so nice but that little thing people call hope keeps pulling me back. Fuck.
Not really sure what this post means I just needed somewhere to vent.
Not really sure what this post means I just needed somewhere to vent.
