this morning #1566.
this morning, by organizing a clean & tidy purge of our worst possessions, i’d helped my group of friends usher in the next chapter of their lives. that felt nice. as for my own life, now that i’ve literally buried the evidence, i’m safe from arrest. can’t be linked to what i drunkenly did last summer. not without what was in that bag i’d buried. it helps that nobody else knows what happened. it’s a true chance to start anew. as to how i’m going to do so, i have no idea. there’s still the matter of the constant thought i’ve been wrestling with. perhaps it wasn’t a victimless crime. just because it hasn’t been reported doesn’t mean someone wasn’t hurt. i guess i’ll have to work on burying that doubt next.