Dec 25, 2014
My Christmas sucked. It occurred to me halfway through the day that I don't have a family. I don't get to wake up at my house and celebrate Christmas in my PJs. I don't get to live in the same house as my sister and mom and dad or come home to my baby yogy. They're all somewhere else. I have to share someone else's Christmas. I realized today that I had things better before I went into the facility. I was suicidal and things were better. I had a family. I went through all that hell and things were better back then. Id rather be scared of killing myself and have a family and my baby and a place to call home and my boyfriend and this Christmas really sucked.
