I probably won't be posting much other than Katrina related things for a while
Today I cried.
I cried for the beautiful, historic city that we will never see again.
I cried for the thousands of lives lost.
I cried for the hundreds of people seperated from their loved ones.
I cried for the woman who gave birth to a premature baby and doesn't even know where he is right now.
I cried for the children, sweating and starving, living in waste amongst psychotic looters in New Orleans.
I cried for myself, because I just can't seem to do enough.
I cried for everyone and everything and I just can't cry enough.
I was watching the news and talking with my dad. I do not talk to my dad. I was watching the news and I cried in front of my dad. Let me explain this. I don't talk to my dad, I don't show emotion in front of my dad, I don't LIKE my dad. He beat my mother and was never a father but he's a born again Christian now so he thinks we should all be a happy family but I still hate him as much as I ever did. But right now, right now I was glad to have him.
I heard about the woman who gave birth prematurely and how she was seperated from her son and doesn't even know what hospital he is at and I just hugged my Alex so tight and never wanted to let her go.
I can't even explain how fucking scared I am right now. People are shooting each other when people are dying. Someone stole a boat they were using for a pregnant woman that was in labor and shot at them. People are stealing tv's that they will probably never use because they will probably die before they get out of the city. It's mad chaos and I'M SCARED.
My husband just put a locking gas cap on our cars. The gas station near us had $400 worth of drive-offs today. I heard some woman call in to the radio saying a gun was pulled on her b/c this guy thought she was cutting in line ahead of him at the gas station.
We are hours and hours and hundreds of miles away from Lousiana, but we are still feeling the effects. We are gettting refugees in Pensacola, in the civic center. This guy called into the radio station today, you could tell he was very young and he was calling in thanking the pensacola area for being so hospitable. He said his friend were stranded on the roof of his house for two days straight, no food, no water. He was nearly in tears. I was.
Does anyone else feel like the world is ending? I'm just fucking terrified right now. I just heard looting has started in Baton Rouge as well. Why are people doing this? Is it temporary insanity from the shock of the situation? Why would you think about stealing a television when you are thigh deep in water and have to float it out on a broken door? Why? People taking clothes and stuff I so totally understand. The people who shot at the helicopter? I don't understand. I understand it's like hell over there. They are starved and hot and dehydrating, some of them sick and dying, living in the smell of death and decay. It's got to get to you. But please, God please, don't add to the body count. I need to go now.
I hate that blond woman on CNN btw.
I cried for the beautiful, historic city that we will never see again.
I cried for the thousands of lives lost.
I cried for the hundreds of people seperated from their loved ones.
I cried for the woman who gave birth to a premature baby and doesn't even know where he is right now.
I cried for the children, sweating and starving, living in waste amongst psychotic looters in New Orleans.
I cried for myself, because I just can't seem to do enough.
I cried for everyone and everything and I just can't cry enough.
I was watching the news and talking with my dad. I do not talk to my dad. I was watching the news and I cried in front of my dad. Let me explain this. I don't talk to my dad, I don't show emotion in front of my dad, I don't LIKE my dad. He beat my mother and was never a father but he's a born again Christian now so he thinks we should all be a happy family but I still hate him as much as I ever did. But right now, right now I was glad to have him.
I heard about the woman who gave birth prematurely and how she was seperated from her son and doesn't even know what hospital he is at and I just hugged my Alex so tight and never wanted to let her go.
I can't even explain how fucking scared I am right now. People are shooting each other when people are dying. Someone stole a boat they were using for a pregnant woman that was in labor and shot at them. People are stealing tv's that they will probably never use because they will probably die before they get out of the city. It's mad chaos and I'M SCARED.
My husband just put a locking gas cap on our cars. The gas station near us had $400 worth of drive-offs today. I heard some woman call in to the radio saying a gun was pulled on her b/c this guy thought she was cutting in line ahead of him at the gas station.
We are hours and hours and hundreds of miles away from Lousiana, but we are still feeling the effects. We are gettting refugees in Pensacola, in the civic center. This guy called into the radio station today, you could tell he was very young and he was calling in thanking the pensacola area for being so hospitable. He said his friend were stranded on the roof of his house for two days straight, no food, no water. He was nearly in tears. I was.
Does anyone else feel like the world is ending? I'm just fucking terrified right now. I just heard looting has started in Baton Rouge as well. Why are people doing this? Is it temporary insanity from the shock of the situation? Why would you think about stealing a television when you are thigh deep in water and have to float it out on a broken door? Why? People taking clothes and stuff I so totally understand. The people who shot at the helicopter? I don't understand. I understand it's like hell over there. They are starved and hot and dehydrating, some of them sick and dying, living in the smell of death and decay. It's got to get to you. But please, God please, don't add to the body count. I need to go now.
I hate that blond woman on CNN btw.