Recovery.

I'm better now. I am so much better. I was just impossibly stressed out this past week, and a lot of things just hit me at one time. Amongst tests, papers, the newspaper, auditions, family drama, and the truth about poverty hitting me like a brick, my uncle got shot. It's a long story that ends with him making a full recovery. By some miracle, the bullet grazed his head and all he had to get were stitches. I think what really got to me was the reality of something like that happening to someone so close to me and the vulnerability I felt. I just looked at my little cousins and wanted to cry; the youngest one is too young to understand what could have happened-- I don't know.

I'm just grateful he's okay, but I want the bastard who had the audacity to shoot at him to be caught. It's scary to think that he's still out there somewhere, and he knows where my uncle works and lives. It's frightening.

"Keep your head above water, but don't forget to breath."