this morning #1594.
this morning, though i was doing my best to act normal around the guys, i wouldn’t be surprised if they could tell that something was up. my head felt warm. none of my jokes were landing. obviously none of them knew that i’d come across our friend’s gun but i still felt like i was being judged. that goddamn gun. why’d i have to be the one who found it? i’m awful at keeping secrets & once my anxiety takes the reins, there’s only one way to relieve the tightness. i’m going to have to come clean & tell someone. sooner rather than later. likely one of the three friends who didn’t bury a gun. we should keep this shit in-house for now. just in case. if that gun’s tied to a crime, i wouldn’t want my talking about it to lead to his demise.