Current mood:

frustrated

proper humanity
the way i feel about your family is still this: let the bodies hit the floor. not that you should rampage if it is easier to ignore them, but my protective streak has kicked into overdrive and i want to go off on someone. it boils down to this: if you call me "Deondra," pray that you don't run into me.

in the past year, i have seen a fair share of grief, and i have seen more than my fair share of Doom. some people behave according to my expectations, and others so very unexpectedly at times. the people i'd considered strong-- considered my role models-- have fallen from grace; the people who've seemed so ordinary all my life have become binding ties.

people deal with crises differently. i know this.

if you're the kind of person that flakes out, i simultaneously understand and abhor you. if someone you care about is going through something terrible, it is not about you. i repeat: it. is. not. about. you.

if you really need it to, it can be about you later... when the crisis is over, or when you're in your car choking on the words of a Willie Nelson song, or when you're in the shower sobbing because the water makes the tears less noticeable. but for now, help that someone. help the others. just get over yourself.