sunniapocalypse

we did some more cleaning of my basement. I found my release forms from the hospital from my suicide attempt. I was fourteen at the time. Its still so hard to think about. My Mom asked if i wanted to throw it away. I said no. I decided that if I had kids, I was going to be honest with them. If they ever got to a point in their life where they wanted to die and said 'You dont know what its like' I would know what to say.

I found a shit ton of pictures of me from when i was little. God. I was a fatty. I also dressed like a boy because i didnt feel like being girly. I didnt rule back then. My Mom told me that she was proud of what i became and that she wouldnt have it any other way. I found a picture of my uncle George. He killed himself when i was 14. Its amazing how quickly something like that changes your outlook on life.

my sister and i hung out. I taught her to knit. yeah, im a knitting fool as of late.

we're awesome.