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Feelings
My mother left a message on my phone today. It said that Mica died, and that Chelsea's grandfather died in the fire. And, while I knew both of those things, it hit me pretty hard right then. You know, how sometimes you know something, but it just doesn't truly sink in for a while? That's what I had.
And I cried. I felt kind of stupid to b crying, because, I don't know. I felt like something so much worse could have happened and that I had no right to cry about that, but then I felt worse because I knew Mica and he deserved to be cried for. So I cried. And I told my Hartwick friends about it, and it made me feel better. (I heart my 'wick friends)(that wasn't supposed to sound dumb.)
I just wish I was home, to go to the funeral, and to be there for Chelsea and all. I feel out of the loop.
Everybody up here is stretched a little thin, due to class and stress and things and March. March the hell month. It wasn't so bad until recently. Just have to suck it up I guess.
After all this, I'm a little freaked. Afraid of driving and stuff. My sister is coming up this weekend, and I'm afraid of her getting in an accident on the way up. I'm afraid of getting in an accident on the way to Walmart or something stupid. Any of us could die at any time, and that is a scary thought.
Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. They aren't terribly abundant right now. I am glad that my sister is coming up this week. And that my Merchant of Venice project has been pushed back a week (despite the fact that I busted my ass to read it and have it done by today). And that fact that I have a loving family and good friends at home and at school who I love and who love me is a great boon (I just said great boon). Really, thanks to all of you for putting up with me.
I love you all
And I cried. I felt kind of stupid to b crying, because, I don't know. I felt like something so much worse could have happened and that I had no right to cry about that, but then I felt worse because I knew Mica and he deserved to be cried for. So I cried. And I told my Hartwick friends about it, and it made me feel better. (I heart my 'wick friends)(that wasn't supposed to sound dumb.)
I just wish I was home, to go to the funeral, and to be there for Chelsea and all. I feel out of the loop.
Everybody up here is stretched a little thin, due to class and stress and things and March. March the hell month. It wasn't so bad until recently. Just have to suck it up I guess.
After all this, I'm a little freaked. Afraid of driving and stuff. My sister is coming up this weekend, and I'm afraid of her getting in an accident on the way up. I'm afraid of getting in an accident on the way to Walmart or something stupid. Any of us could die at any time, and that is a scary thought.
Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. They aren't terribly abundant right now. I am glad that my sister is coming up this week. And that my Merchant of Venice project has been pushed back a week (despite the fact that I busted my ass to read it and have it done by today). And that fact that I have a loving family and good friends at home and at school who I love and who love me is a great boon (I just said great boon). Really, thanks to all of you for putting up with me.
I love you all