“i am going to kill myself”
that was the text that shook though my soul last night.
i had to stop what i was doing.
i fully understand how someone feels when you get a text like that.
i get what it feels like when i would send “help me” texts in my past.
that was from mi…
i never give myself credit.
i have this nasty habit of blaming myself when things go wrong.
i keep doing it with my past job now and with relationships gone wrong.
even though they played a major role in the demise,
i have wondered what i did wrong?
i gotta end that this year.
so mi hit me up the other day…
“have you heard from mi?”
“do you know where she is?”
that was a text convo between a friend and i this afternoon.
she was asking me what’s happening with mi.
i honestly don’t know.
i don’t particularly care either way.
i was more concerned with what i was eating for lunch.
well she went in on how it’s not nice that i’m not concerned.
i texted her to find out how the procedure went.
maybe i shouldn’t have,
but i was curious.
she responded back…
I HAD TO STOP WHAT I WAS DOING TO WRITE ABOUT THIS.
i was actually writing about simone blies,
but what just happened needed an update.
i hope you are sitting.
so as i was writing that entry,
when i got a text from a number i never saw before.