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September 20th, 2014, we started drinking at 9:50am. We couldn’t physically enter the building, so we tried to enter a liquor store, but they didn’t open until 11. We instead ran to a gas station and bought cheap wine and watery beer that we downed in five minutes. Two hours later, dehydrated from tears and alcohol, we didn’t know what to do with ourselves. 

September 19th, 2014, my mom revealed that it was back. In the midst of immense grief I was unable to allow my mind to attempt to comprehend it. Currently, it’s placed in a heavy and disheveled pile of things in my mind that I need to emotionally process, but don’t have the wherewithal to even try. The weights are heavy and the load is tearing the seams of my composure.