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trungamung:

I think I have a problem. I think I may be addicted to Tumblr and the internet. I also blame it on my job. Man, I really do have a problem. I’m shifting the blame on to other things. This needs to change…

Today around 9:30AM I was with my friend, Jessica and we just separated to head to our class. I was already walking to my class and all of a sudden, I got a call from my friend, Brianna who also lives a street away from me. She was like “Mikki, are you okay?” I told her I was fine and why. “There’s a huge fire coming from your street. Where are you?” If you don’t know me, I’m frantic when it involves with fire, ambulances, and fire trucks. My heart sunk and I was just like “WHAT.” She doesn’t know it’s coming from my house or whoever. I told her I’m in Edison and that’s like 20-30 minutes away from my town. I asked her to go outside and check it out. I hung up and went to class. I couldn’t concentrate at all, kept checking my phone, and kept fidgeting. I was paranoid and going wack-o so I left the classroom to call my stepdad. He picked up and he told me that he’s home. (Majority of the time he’s not home.. so I got really worried.) I asked him if there’s a fire on our block and if he’s okay. He went outside and checked. He said the fire is on our side of the block but six houses down. I was relieved him and Mia are safe but I was worried about my neighbors. Brianna eventually texted me back and kept me updated. Right after class I dipped the fuck out of campus. My stomach was tossing and turning while I was driving because I wanted to know who were the people who lived there. As soon as I got to my town, I was speeding. Then I realized both sides of my street was blocked; both sides had polices, fire trucks, and ambulances blocking everything. I had to park the end of my street so I can see the house. I saw it and began to tear. I know the lady who lives there because I see her when I walk Mia. People came up to me and asked me if I knew the family. I told them they’re aquaintances and I see them from time to time because I live on this street. This guy stayed next to me and asked me a lot of questions. …Straight up hitting on me when I was having a moment. He gave me his card and said “Here’s my card.. you probably might not need it but my name’s right there; Justin. What’s yours?” I wasn’t even thinking so I gave him my real name instead of my fake name. He left and I just looked at the house. It takes me back when this family who I was close to had their lives and house taken away. The house reminded me of my friend’s house; badly burnt and unable to be fixed. Good thing that the people who lived in that house aren’t badly injured but still hospitalized. I had to park again in a different location so I can get a little closer to my house. I parked infront of Brianna’s house and walked to my house to get my things for work. I hugged my dog, kissed her, and at the same time thanking the Lord that our house is safe and the people who were in that house are alright. I walked back to my car and as I drove a flashback hit me and made me cry a bit. Then I thought about the “What If’s?” It scared me and I stopped thinking about since I was heading to Jordan’s house to play the drums. I want to go to church to pray a little for the people inside the house. One of my fears is fire. One time I was with Jordan and we were walking around Union Center. Then all of a sudden, a fire truck rushed in. I told him to run with me to his house so I can get my car. I wanted to check if my house was okay because Honey was inside. I’m really paranoid when things like this happen so imagine when I got Brianna’s phonecall. Everytime I see firetrucks, I get uneasy, paranoid, and tempted to visit my house to see everything is safe. I’m feeling alright knowing people are safe. I’m now at Jordan’s just to play the drums and enjoying each other’s company before I go to work at 4PM. Today’s a beautiful day and that’s keeping my mood happy. God is good.