Whatever
So in the midst of all this holiday cheer I'm finding it hard to function. Let alone do anything useful. Cindy, who I feel as close to as a mother. Just tried to kill herself. I found her, called the cops and thought to myself why, was it something we did? Does living here equate to no way out for her? Either way she is going to be in mental health holding for a little while. We don't know how long that is. Anyway, I talked to her and I believe she really flipped out. And something like this is hard, because I can't talk to anyone about this really. Everyone has their own lives and doesn't really want to hear it. All the while it feels like I am the only one that cares enough to do anything. Either way, I just wish, the only Christmas wish I have this year is for her to pull through this and for things to get better for her. The house is a fucking mess and I plan on not doing shit today. Even though this is my do shit day. Oh well. Merry fucking Christmas.