I’m scared. I don’t want to be scared anymore.
Normally I sleep with my horse’s halter under my pillow but tonight I’m sleeping with it wrapped around my arms. I wish Prima was here. I need her here.
I’m really scared that things won’t be okay. It terrifies me. After nearly 7 years of fighting this invisible demon, I’m hardly closer to winning. Is it really too much to ask to feel okay.
*Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. It’s just a rough patch. He’s gone. He’s not coming back. Christmas break is almost here. You’re almost back with Prima. Don’t cry. Don’t fucking do it.*
I’m no one’s secret santa! I had no idea it was going on until I saw them popping up and said something about it. Mine came out of nowhere! I doubt it’s too late to get one though..! It’s never too late for Christmas cheer!