I finally got the courage to open Snake Mountain. I wasn't ready. I spent mearly 90 minutes crying as I pulled off each piece of tape and opening up each box. It felt like a freaking Russian Nesting Doll. Tears stung like acid. Head was pounding. Heart was being stabbed with thousands of sorrow daggers. I realized I didn't have the space to fully open it, so I assembled what I could before closing it up again. I think I'll review it in 2024 for Halloween once I get used to seeing it without crying. Seeing it outside the box is far more painful than I thought. At least when it was on the shipping box, I could ignore that brown cube. Now with Snake Mountain revealed. All I feel is pain. A grim reminder that Mom is gone and I'll never see her again. Hell? Tonight will be 8 years of it...
Right now I'm not in the mood to review Snake Mountain. At least not without crying and I have a splitting headache right now due to the crying.
Knowing that I have this because she's dead is not pleasant. I shouldn't dwell in the past and in the pain, but that's all I have. No matter how much I try to put up a happy face, the sorrow is consuming me from the inside. But there ain't no gettin' offa' dis traine we're on! Life goes on despite my pain and sorrow
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