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Well first off I've been looking forward to this trip to columbia university this sunday its a workshop to better myself as a journalist because that's my goal in life. To be a journalist for a music magazine. And theres been complications like a ride and i lost the papers.
but then thursday night my dad was having a stroke while i was in the house but i was listening to my music and i heard banging but i thought it was my brother being dumb i thought my dad was outside. So then when i starting hearing yelling i ra bck there and he was on he floor crying he couldnt move and he was out of it. you know and he couldnt talk.
He was there for like at least 10 minutes before i came and i feel like its all my fault and then i tryed to call 9-1-1 but the phone wasnt working so i ran outside yelling and someone let me use their phone and helped my dad and the hospital took him away and my brother said he was gonna be okay.
And I called to talk to him, at the hospital, and i asked him if he was okay and he said no and then i said im so sorrry and he hung up on me.
I think i will die if he doesn't forgive me.. I think I would just...die.
So now i don't even know if im going to the trip or how i'll get there. But i kind of want to go. I just doubt i'll be able to work or anything because im dying inside right now.
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let me update this abit.
i know i'm not going to columbia and i am upset but i couldnt find a ride that was the basis and it was too stressful to take the train.
i live for nicole waldrom without her i probably would have killed myself this weekend and im serious.
so to all the people saying oh anna's always with nicole. SHE SAVED MY LIFE SO SHUT THE FUCK UP.
i also want to thank.. lissa for listening to my bullshit and jaimie for overall just making me feel better.
i love you guys so much.
but then thursday night my dad was having a stroke while i was in the house but i was listening to my music and i heard banging but i thought it was my brother being dumb i thought my dad was outside. So then when i starting hearing yelling i ra bck there and he was on he floor crying he couldnt move and he was out of it. you know and he couldnt talk.
He was there for like at least 10 minutes before i came and i feel like its all my fault and then i tryed to call 9-1-1 but the phone wasnt working so i ran outside yelling and someone let me use their phone and helped my dad and the hospital took him away and my brother said he was gonna be okay.
And I called to talk to him, at the hospital, and i asked him if he was okay and he said no and then i said im so sorrry and he hung up on me.
I think i will die if he doesn't forgive me.. I think I would just...die.
So now i don't even know if im going to the trip or how i'll get there. But i kind of want to go. I just doubt i'll be able to work or anything because im dying inside right now.
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let me update this abit.
i know i'm not going to columbia and i am upset but i couldnt find a ride that was the basis and it was too stressful to take the train.
i live for nicole waldrom without her i probably would have killed myself this weekend and im serious.
so to all the people saying oh anna's always with nicole. SHE SAVED MY LIFE SO SHUT THE FUCK UP.
i also want to thank.. lissa for listening to my bullshit and jaimie for overall just making me feel better.
i love you guys so much.