A couple days ago I made a post that I was going to commit yesterday. In reality I had no plan. I was just hoping that having it written down would give me the courage to either make a change or give up. I’m so scared, I’m just at a loss. I don’t know who did it, but Saturday morning the police showed up at my door. They brought up something referencing my previous post (now deleted), and that scared me. This person also called my dad. I don’t know who it was, but thanks. That kinda put everything in perspective for me. Now I feel like I just can’t do it because my entire family knows now. Why can’t I just be happy? I want my best friend back. I want to enjoy the things I do. I want to be able to talk to people again. Is that so much to ask for?