where’s the gun?

where’s the gun? I keep asking myself…

It was so frightening last night, I thought i will see someone shot himself or somebody else of course with a gun..

I would never want that…

just try to imagine…

a lifeless body… a gun in one hand and blood all over the place..

I don’t want to tell you who is that man who is trying to kill himself or somebody else… all i know that if that happened last night?

right now i’m not writing on this blog… maybe im attending a wake… and I dont want it to be that way..

all these f***ing problems in this world makes me sick and ofcourse I also wants to kill myself… but dont worry it’s just part of my crazy imagination and just some exageration…

I want to help someone, so I dont wanna die..

committing suicide is not a solution, it’s like you’re running away with problems and you can’t solve anything with it…

anyways.. after that frightening seconds… i was so shocked that i texted someone and knowing that gun was under the bed that I was sleeping in… so freakin’ scary..

because i don’t know what to do.. i kinda give the gun to someone because i’m totally scared of keeping it myself! no way!

i dont know if its a good thing or bad.. but i don’t know who is she… the one that i gave the gun? all i know she is someone that doesnt want that man to kill himself…

so i guess she wont give it to him…

if you’re asking about the bullets..well after that man hide it under the bed again… when he was nowhere in sight i kinda hid it and only me and my sister knows where it is…

so … where’s the gun? i don’t know either… but if i see it again? I will definitely throw it at the river…! i promise that!