Come after me.

Someone needs to come after me when I run away. Not give up on me, like, try it sometime. Someone needs to stick around. Ugh. School will bring me so much more stress and honestly I don't even know if I can take it at this point. This was the year my sister started getting depressed, and I don't want to follow in her footsteps. If you're reading this maybe you're thinking "Then don't follow in her footsteps?", but it's just not that easy, I'm so desperately afraid of spinning out of control and falling down the rabbit hole. Someone help me. God has helped me, but I feel like this is one of those situations where you need human help too. Like this is a trial God has given me where I need lots of help in lots of directions.

Dear you.

I won't name your name, because there's no need to. If you are that person, you know I'm talking to you right now. I'm very angry with you. I'm just so angry.