Scary

I can't believe that I am working tomorrow. I love working and my job, but it is so stressful at times, especially the night before you go in. Then I am flying (and that is a little scary) plus I am in the middle of writing a note to an old boyfriend. Trying to move on and confront him with some stuff and that is no fun.

This week I took a road trip with my Aunt and her friend. We visited a dying man who most people would consinder "white trash". But he had a good heart and although the trailer wasn't the cleaniess and their language was worse, they are good people just trying to survie in the world. How do people live so differently?