Music is my Silence

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6:17 pm • 7 April 2012 • 58,136 notes

I wake up each morning hoping that it was just a terrible nightmare. It’s a short lived feeling though. My hometown, the town full so many memories, is gone. Not completely gone, but it’s not the same. I feel like it will never be the same. The school I attended from Kindergarten to twelfth grade and then graduated from…isn’t there anymore. You always hear people say that it only took a minute for their life to change. It’s true. One moment I was having fun in Costa Rica on winter break, and then seconds later everything was different. Henryville was on CNN. A tornado tore my town apart in a matter of minutes.

I’m trying my best to focus on the good in the situation, but it’s hard. I am so thankful that my family is okay and somehow our house is still standing. I just needed to vent a little bit because whenever people ask if I’m okay I say yes…and the truth is I’m not okay just yet. That’s going to take some more time.

6:46 pm • 13 March 2012

bigcitylass:

God, people.

Stop criticizing the Invisible Children org. I don’t have any idea if they pocket the donation money or not, but at least they are making Kony known to us, aren’t they?

Put the criticisms aside and work to make him known. You don’t need to donate to the IC, if you have your doubts. But start making people aware about him, than wasting time criticising the organisation.

12:13 pm • 9 March 2012 • 10 notes