I’m back in my apartment, packing. There’s only one place I need to be right now and that’s with my family. Hopefully they’re okay, I don’t think I could deal with anything more right now. I’m tired. When I see them it’s going to be hard for me not to breakdown. I feel so bad that I brought my dad home from his trip so early and the last thing I remember about my mom was her crying. I feel guilty right now.
I don’t know, I’m all muddled.
I don’t even know.
I don’t even know.
I don’t even know.