My life has been reduced to a pile of ashes...for the most part.
Apparently, this neighborhood has terrorists. They set a car on fire. The one that belonged to the neighbor girl my age who lives on the first floor. And it just so happened to be parked in the driveway too. So that wasn't the only thing that burned. Our house did too. Our home. I, my mom, my sister, and the family who lived downstairs are fine. The house is still standing, but it's been declared as unfit to live in, so until repairs on it are finished, which could take three or so months, we are homeless. I mean, Alicia and I are at my stepdad's right now and I'm on Lauren's computer, but...this is only temporary... Half our belongings have been destroyed, and aside from childhood photos, they're all material things that can be replaced...although I still mourn the loss of my Brad suit, Reno suit, fox!Tezuka plushie, Roy gloves, and other things that have special meaning to me that I don't want to remember losing at the moment. It's a bad feeling to carry your life in a bag and not know where you're going to sleep at night, but we survived and that's what really matters. What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger, and I'm still standing with my head held high.
Er...and I'm going on AIM, but please don't swamp me with "I'm sorry"'s and such like that. I won't know how to respond ^^; It's not like it's your fault either, and it's not like anything you say can undo this or make me feel better...sorry.
Er...and I'm going on AIM, but please don't swamp me with "I'm sorry"'s and such like that. I won't know how to respond ^^; It's not like it's your fault either, and it's not like anything you say can undo this or make me feel better...sorry.