While I’m concious with enough memoir that is in me.
Brooke out Jan. Told. T told her she was going away. Brooke freaked. Triggered broken out to look after. Bitch out to get through daily tasks in society. Somebody else. Husband away. T away. Stopped pot. Threatning sh out loud. Not normal. Um i think we decided t was not good anymore. Wanted to die daily. Definitely twice i was 90% there but somebody pulled us out. Feb March fuck i don’t know. Umm Jesus i don’t even know what i did this morning. It’s msking me want to cry. Fuck.