deathtoforls

I just had a rather harrowing, or what could have been a harrowing experience.
My apartment building was on fire.
My roommate knocked on my door and said the alarm in the hall was going off and there was heavy smoke. Sure enough, it seemed as if the fire originated across the hall from us in our neighbors apartment.
The most upsetting part is that we live on the fourth floor, and hadthe fire department not shown up as quickly as they did, who knows what the outcome could've been. And me, I didn't hear a fucking thing. Without Jesse, I'd have gone up in flames for certain.
Makes me reassess certain things.
Holy fuck, why am I so upset by this?