That Person
I’m the hero of this story, don’t need to be saved. My body and my soul and the energy that drives the two were mushed together for a reason and that is to be “that person”…that person that anyone can go to, or talk to, or be with when needed. I was supposed to meet the people I have, and I am supposed to be that person. I’m supposed to have worries and anxieties, and even though it’s a daily battle it’s supposed to be there, because that’s how I’ll recognize my duties to my loved ones. Something bad happens, and I go into this focus where my life instantly revolves around saving my friend. Asking all the questions to get the answer, “I’m okay.” That’s all I want is for you to be ok. I’m not ok when you’re not ok. My happiness is the sum of everybody else’s happiness. I couldn’t bear to see the people I love so much not happy. So, that is my purpose in life, please let me pursue it.
5/17/2013
Ranks as one of the hardest days of my life. Wow. The weather paralleled the day. The morning was light yet kind of dim. A sign I guess? Weird vibes flying everywhere. And then it got dark. A storm ignited. And it drizzled all day and we were all so somber. And that was just so hard.
