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Two of the victims got buried yesterday. Amerie and Maite. More this week. I've seen all of the obituaries. They had custom caskets done. I've become numb to the whole thing. It hurts. A teacher was getting food and saw the shooter wreck his truck. She went back inside to get her phone and the door she had propped open didn't lock. The police are getting investigated because they waited an hour to enter. Funny. The good guys with guns are scared of the bad guys with guns.
I've been sitting in my bathtub running my feet under cold water. It's calming. I'm reading Speak. I really wanted to finish it in May, but I'm halfway done and it's June now. I'll finish it this week. I have to. I don't know what I'm going to read next. I'm also unsure if I want to keep Speak or take it to a Little Free Library. I might do that. I have to work today. I've had such a stomach bug lately. I'm afraid to eat. I don't want to do anything but sleep. Hello depression. I need help. I just don't know where to find it. I know where. I don't know how. I know how. I just can't make myself. I almost don't want to. This is the only consistent thing in my life. Change will kill me. But so will this.
God I wish he'd just shot himself instead.
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A Week Later
Non-FictionThis is just my perspective on the Uvalde shooting. It happened thirty minutes away. I know people who knew victims. It feels like a bad dream I can't wake up from.
