January 12, 2016. (7:37 p.m.)
Sunday morning I felt sick. I couldn't make myself get out of bed. Church sounded like the most horrific thing on the planet at that time. Most of the time I like it, but today was different.
My parents let me stay home so I just laid in bed.
All day my mind kept going dark places and I couldn't stop it.
Later that day I found myself calling Carson. Why? I don't know.
Another fatal mistake.
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