I know I shouldn't be upset about this. And I don't know that I'm necessarily upset. It's just that this has been like the hardest three weeks of my life and none of my friends back home seem to care. I know this is petty and stupid and I'm assuming that my life actually matters to a ton of people. I know people are busy. And I know that when something doesn't directly affect you that you don't tend to think about it that much. I get that. It's just, there were people I talked to right when things started happening and they haven't talked to me since then. Nothing. Silence. And it's stupid that it bothers me so much. I hate that it bothers me.
This is not to say that no one has supported me. And I know that I should just focus on that. A lot of people have been really wonderful through all of this and I truly am blessed to be surrounded by so many amazing, caring people.
I guess this experience has kind of shown me who my real friends are. And I hate that I think that because it makes me sound like I'm fourteen. I don't know, I just needed to write some of my feelings down so that I can hopefully move on and stop thinking about these things. Because there's no point.
My dad's doing very well. And that's someone to be thankful for.
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