chichicat

at 10:30 am on march 4th, 2004, any sense of stability or safety that i've ever known since the day i was born was taken away from me. i know this was for the best. but it's so hard to look at things from that perspective. i've never been more proud of anyone in my life than my mother, and i can only hope that one day i will make her as proud as she made me. that i will be half the human being she was.
nothing feels real right now. my legs are rubbery. the words that come out of my mouth sound garbled. and everything's in slow motion.
and i feel empty. so extremely empty.
yeah.