I hate that because of this I missed seeing my Grandmother when she turned 100 years old.
I hate that I don’t know when I will ever get the chance to see my best friend’s daughter while she is still a baby.
I don’t know what to think anymore and I don’t know if anything I am writing during this is any good.
I want all of this death to go away. I want the aftermath to go away.
Unless people stop being selfish, who knows when I can go on a proper vacation.
I feel frozen and I do not know when I will be able to continue moving forward or if I am going to make any progress as a person.
I just want to see my daughter progress. I don’t think that is too much to ask.
I live day to day as if I were in prison. I think most poor people like me feel that way. I wish there weren’t so many people becoming destitute because of this.