Typhoon Ondoy
I don't think it's a phobia or anything, but temporarily, I hate the dark. I am just, so incredibly sick of the dark, of nighttime, because it reminds me of when my mom and I didn't know what to do except cry, hold rosaries and each other while we waited for news about my brother.
The thought of it, just...puts me at a loss.
Makes me want to cry again, actually, even if we know it's fine and over for us. Because to others, it still isn't fine. It still isn't over. People are still missing, or turning up dead.
I'm going out to volunteer later. I hear the gen-building in my school became an evacuation site.
Meanwhile, to those who can:
American Red Cross 1-800-435-7669
The thought of it, just...puts me at a loss.
Makes me want to cry again, actually, even if we know it's fine and over for us. Because to others, it still isn't fine. It still isn't over. People are still missing, or turning up dead.
I'm going out to volunteer later. I hear the gen-building in my school became an evacuation site.
Meanwhile, to those who can:
American Red Cross 1-800-435-7669