The deer part of that dream was really weird. Me and two other guys were just like. Trying to keep these doe safe, and this jackass buck kept trying to get his ‘game on’ with them. Total creepo. The ladies were NOT into him. Beat him up and he left. While we repaired the damage is when we talked.

Idk how to check

You’d think that, but, no, my Ipad only got the calculator app after it’s newest system update

I don’t want to make a habit of making posts like this, but I probably will, knowing myself.

I’d rather have some part of me that my loved ones can look back on than continue to hide my thoughts away.

I’ve wanted to die for the majority of my life.

I want to live.
Would my loved ones despise me for that desire?

Probably not.

In this day and age, where groceries are rising in price, and money is a barrier to life, family should be a lifeline you can count on to keep you safe.

Even if mine doesn’t, even if it goes as horribly as possible, even if it ends up with me dead or worse,
It would be in an attempt to live.

I want to be able to believe them.

Would my friends hate me for wanting to live?
I would hope not.
But certainly, they would loathe that I have to go back to my parents for aid.

I am quite likely to return home, despite this.