Oh my Lord, am I tired. And it's not done. We're not finished. We're still drilling holes and putting up shutters and throwing away dead plants.
Frances, you bastard.
All the dumbasses at school who kept saying they hoped the hurricane would destroy the building can go to hell. Seriously. If this thing hits...I don't even want to think about what's going to happen. I personally don't want my roof to get blown off, to graduate in July because I missed too much school, or to sit in my hallway (the "safe room") while I wait for the storm to pass. I can't deal with that.
These past two weeks have been horrible. It's just one thing after another. I don't understand why. And a month before that I was having a really difficult time, and now I'm just starting to be okay again, and all this shit happens. Whatever, though. I can deal with that as long as no one gets hurt and they don't take my house.
After six strange and difficult weeks, I've come to the observation that within all these events and emotions is a test of faith. We all have them, and somehow I feel that this is mine. I just don't know what to do with it. There's either a hurricane inside of me or a hurricane outside the door...and I'm not sure what it all means. I know that sometimes things just happen and have no real meaning, but all these things?
I hope everyone is safe and has everything they need. I care about you guys so much. :) Be careful, okay? Don't do dumb things (*smiles*), and I'll pray for everyone.
"And I'll never leave you, even when you come undone..." -"I Love You More"...don't know the band.
"And though I haven't seen you, are you still there?"-Barlow Girl