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.
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.