Dad will be leaving the hospital today.
He had a freak heart attack friday; it is now sunday.
We apparently have a genetic predisposition; he is so healthy.
He will have to take pills for the rest of his life.
I know how much he’ll hate that.
I’m so sad that the man that avoids medicine at all costs now has to take pills till he dies.
I’m so happy he is alive.
He is my hero.
1/3 of people who had what he had don’t make it to the hospital.
Every time I get in a car I cry.
It’s easier to cry in a car; I just want him to be okay and safe.
Hospitals are scary, and so is uncertainty.
He’s so healthy; this shouldn’t happen to him.
I guess I came back to the site to write about how I’m feeling.
For some reason, I can only journal online effectively (see Pisssquid).
I doubt anyone still reads this; I hope they don’t.
I love UNC, its so fun.
I love my friends here.
I call Gabo sometimes; not enough.
I miss the years of relationships I had.
I miss paolo, gabo, logan.
My new friends are godsends and I love them so much.
But we’ve only known each other for a few months.
Its been like a month or two since franka and I broke up.
I miss her too.
That still hurts.
I hope we end up being friends; I do love her as a person so much.
My classes are going well; it is not that hard.
I should be studying for a midterm right now, but I’m not worried.
I got a 99.5% last time for this class: STOR.
Hookups are exciting but I far prefer the deep intimate connection of love.
I am unwilling to fall in love any time soon tho.
I am tired of falling in love.
I need time to myself; not my strength.
Almost every night Alex says “Ya know, today was a good day.”
He is the best.
And every day is a good day.
Most days at least.
I miss VI too.
I’d never had a friend die.
I wondered why she never answered my snap.
She died the day after franka and I broke up.
Certain things have been hard this year; its easy to harp on those.
Especially as I’m concerned over my dads health.
But honestly I love college and I love my life.
I’ve had such a good time and I’m ready for 7 more semesters.
I hope you hear from me soon, or maybe not.
With an abundance of love.
-Arden (That’s been my name for quite some time now, and I prefer it)
I return.
I’ve been in davis studying.
Except I have not been studying.
I went to UMAPALOOZA; my calc teacher (Mark McCombs) booling out with his dog (Uma).
He talked about how he had a heart attack young; and how his brother died from one.
Genetic predisposition is a bitch.
I must be careful of pain in my arm when I reach 40-50.
I still listen to hyperpop.
Faker lost worlds, but we saw him at Semi’s in Atlanta.
Logan has COVID.
I feel a little beaten down; my family is struggling.
We will be okay; just give it a week.
Until i write again.
Arden