So, we're at the hospital. Brought Dad yesterday afternoon. I feel so tired it's difficult to even type. I am staying the night with Joe here with my Dad.

I don't even know. I can't write right now. Thought I would be able to, but it's not the time.

Ugh. I feel hollow inside. Like someone scooped everything within me out and disposed of it. And I can't figure out what to fill myself up with again ( Read more... )

I'm having a crisis of conscience right now. I feel anguished over what to do. Maybe I will contact my mentor tomorrow and ask her advice. I really don't know what to do. How can I leave my mom? Dad will have to go to the hospital if I'm not here to help, because one person cannot do it alone ( Read more... )

Wrote the following at the airport tonight, while waiting to pick up a friend. Too bad it costs so much to park at the lots there, because it's apparently a pretty inspiring place to be ( Read more... )

Bright and shining like a brilliant reminder of all the mistakes I've made in my life. Seems like after Scott, the moon will always feel like a cool and burning symbol of what was and now is lost ( Read more... )

So ( Read more... )

We are not the sum of all those things we’ve done. We are, rather, the hope of what we still might do.

That's my profound thought of the day.