I wish I knew you read this.
I have this horrible uncomfortable feeling, like trying to cover up tears and trying not to empty a too-full bladder at the same time. Sammy is MIA after a self-imposed eviction from my parents' house.
This isn't good news.
So I'm concerned. I'm more than concerned. My bitten-down nails are now near non-existent, especially since my dad has now caught wind of some mysterious, exorbitant spending habits.
Have I said that this isn't good news?
She graduates (or at least is supposed to graduate) from high school in 3 days. I had this picture in my mind...I'd go to the ceremony, Give her a hug, a card, a coffee maker, and then go out to eat. Now that picture has changed...Does it exist at all?
There is a fine line between eccentricity and stupidity. Taking a stand and falling down. I don't like the idea of her being unsupervised. On her own. At least since she's been spiralling (in Jessica's words) since April (!!!) How long before the spiral can spring back up? Does it?
I'm sure J.S. would be proud of the legacy of his death. Those were thoughtless words. But what can I say. I'm ranting. I'm speechless.