
Tonic
Another human
- Sep 11, 2018
- 15
It was three in the morning.
My mother saw the thief and yelled, so we immediately woke up and tried to corner him but it was too late. He had escape through the second floor, along with my new phone and all of my parents' cash and identification.
Actually I was planning to move out next week and find some place to die, but this event made me feel like now isn't the right time.
I was kind of a mobile game addict (not really addict per se, but games soothe my soul more than most things out there, so I play games more than average people). Now that the phone is gone and I have to help my parents deal with all the trouble (bank card, id, renovating the house, buying new phone etc,) I suddenly have this weird realization - that we are uniting against some major trial.
This feeling is weird to me because my family has been dysfunctional for so long, I can hardly remember the last time we act together or depend on each others like this.
And I feel like some sort of mighty power has thrown this event into my face to force me to refocus on life and stop wallowing in misery.
Guess all the adrenaline from earlier is still making me high. Once I get used to the situation, I will probably be right back to the negative and suicidal thoughts.
My mother saw the thief and yelled, so we immediately woke up and tried to corner him but it was too late. He had escape through the second floor, along with my new phone and all of my parents' cash and identification.
Actually I was planning to move out next week and find some place to die, but this event made me feel like now isn't the right time.
I was kind of a mobile game addict (not really addict per se, but games soothe my soul more than most things out there, so I play games more than average people). Now that the phone is gone and I have to help my parents deal with all the trouble (bank card, id, renovating the house, buying new phone etc,) I suddenly have this weird realization - that we are uniting against some major trial.
This feeling is weird to me because my family has been dysfunctional for so long, I can hardly remember the last time we act together or depend on each others like this.
And I feel like some sort of mighty power has thrown this event into my face to force me to refocus on life and stop wallowing in misery.
Guess all the adrenaline from earlier is still making me high. Once I get used to the situation, I will probably be right back to the negative and suicidal thoughts.