Sometimes my mind wanders at night. Thinking about the patients and people I cross paths with everyday. I wonder about the man in ICU or about the little boy that was flown out. I wonder about the things that happened to them. If they are okay now. If any family reached out to him or if anyone that actually cares about him knows about his condition or if he is going to make a full recover. I wonder if his schoolmates worry about him or if his desk will remain empty or if anyone of them knew his name. I wish I wasn’t so impressionable towards these things. I wish I could do something more for them.
Is it too much to ask someone to give a fuck about you, when you give all fucks about them every single time?
Anonymous said: Are you dead?
Not yet :3 (To my followers: I’ve just had limited online access and I’ll be back on once I get a high speed isp)
I’m terrified of losing my old man as much as I don’t agree with him. Seeing everything slowly crack and fall around us makes me realize that even I can’t bear his burdens much less my own and my family’s.
quirkykittennn said: So I just got back from my trip to China and I wanted to let you know that you have a twin in Beijing. Weird, but I saw several Chinese that looked like my Mexican friends from Liberal..
Like a doppelgänger? Are you telling me that all minorities look a like to you?!? HMMMMM!? No, I know what you mean xD how was the trip?