I needed this week's (Moto) Takagi-san chapter.
It sucked, the whole seven days have sucked so much, felt like every day there was a new punishment for the sin of being alive in this earth.
CW: mention of self-harm, death, below
Sunday a girl quickjoined and left our university faith movement chat group annoucing "we were doing Christ's work and we had a long road ahead of us, but she... She wasn't needed anymore." We desperetaly tried to get in contact with the girl for three days, until her sister picked up her phone, saying she didn't die, thankfully, but was sedated and intubated after her attempt. We sent her prayers and have been praying still.
Then wednesday, I lost a friend from that same group (that didn't participate anymore since he moved) that I didn't even think made an impact on my life to a damned traffic accident in the rain. All I could think was that stupid quote from Roy Mustang's FMA about rain, the whole time since I heard the news. Used that on the eulogy so maybe I could feel better and it didn't. I almost never talked to the guy, but he was happy all the time, biggest smile on his face. He didn't deserve to die at 24 years old.
Came back home and was stopped by a traffic department blitz because the god forsaken plate of my car wasn't there anymore (it was when I entered the car).
The car was to be removed, apprehended. I panicked, told the guy I came back from my friend's funeral service. He let me go, saying that I should look into the plate thingie. I felt dirty.
Reading that Chi is growing up helped though. I guess it re-puts things into perspective.
I just... I don't need more "sucky" days so close together. God won't let me breathe, I don't know why.
