It's fine.

It's fine. It's not but it's fine. I have this horrible feeling of just acceptance right now. It's happening. I can't stop it. It's almost here. I hate it. I'm mad. I'm angry. I don't care. I just don't want to think about it. I'm disgusted this is happening. Horrified too. Worried. Hopeful but not. Terrified. So fucking unbelievably fucking angry! So fucking mad. For real. It's just wrong. It's not right. It makes me sick to my stomach. I could literally almost cry. I won't tho. I don't like to cry. So I don't.

He's being released. A car sprayed with bullets. Lifetime injuries that only get worse as time goes on. It seems surreal. He is the whole reason we were all shot. He left. He got guns and his friends. They came back for us. To kill us. I didn't even know them... They wanted us dead. They tried. One gun jammed. If it didn't we would all probably be dead. I can't believe the Governor would release him almost a decade early. Where's the justice for me? Where's the justice for my friends who survived? Where's the justice for the one who committed suicide a few years back? You don't steal justice from a dead man. It's not right.

Nothing about this seems real. I'm not ready for this. I thought there was more time to prepare myself mentally. There's not. It's here. Just a few more days of being safe from him and then it's gone. Goodbye feeling's of safety. Goodbye comfort in knowing where he is. Goodbye justice that was stolen from me :'(