I'm stuck in bed thinking about how precious life is. How easily one person can be taken away from you, and I'm completely afraid of that. The thought of losing one of my family members literally brings tears to my eyes, not because I want them there for me... It's because I need them, they are my drive, passion, reason for life. What control do we really have on life? I believe little to none, we rely on something called "hope". And that is rather uncertain, which I fear...
I maybe be thinking of all this at this time of the day because I'm leaving my family for school in a couple days, but what concerns me is will my family be safe. Touch wood, but I certainly hope so. Im given four days to cherish what I have back at home, and these hours seem to be passing me by. I wish I'd come to these thoughts sooner, but I have to work with what I'm dealt.
I can't say enough how much I care for my brother, mom, and dad. Literally in tears typing this because I can't ever think that something bad will happen. I love you guys so damn much... Thank you guys for giving up so much for me and thinking about me before yourself.
Goodnight
