Crisis
Things… aren’t good.
K told me to write. Â They’ll be here in about 45 minutes… but…
I don’t… I don’t know… I don’t even know where to start.
SB is sleeping. Â Sir is downstairs.
Things went really badly tonight, with Sir and SB. Â And… I… Sir isn’t okay. Â I don’t know if SB is okay… he just finally just fell asleep, so I left him in the bedroom and I went to find Sir and Sir isn’t okay, so I texted K and J but they are in the mountains, they’re coming back to town, but it will take another 45 minutes to get here.
Fuck.
I don’t think I’m okay, either.
I think I’m complicit.
I… don’t think… I can handle that.
I’m having… thoughts… very specific thoughts… and I know that’s a bad sign.