I’m to blame?

Date: 8/27/2019

I was at a bar with friends and one of their moms for some reason. We were all having a good time until the mom got all serious and said something like “ you’re the reason your sister is suicidal. You planted those ideas in her head and now she’s copying them.” This infuriated me because my sister is very badly cyber bullied (in real life too) and I haven’t done that to her. I left with the friends and we stole the car (it was a really fancy Mercedes). As my friend backed out of the spot she scraped the car next to her but we peeled off anyway. The place we lived was like this huge apartment building but all the hallways were open air and something felt industrial about it, like the apartments were shipping containers connected by catwalks with that see-thru type metal walkway. It definitely felt dangerous when you were walking around on it. There was a sense of urgency about something else but I can’t remember about what, and I remember being tense. I called my dad to let him know I was home.