I just woke up, and god, what a way to start everything. I was closing the gate, knowing there was a bees nest in there, but it wouldn’t shut, so I tried a few more times and a bunch of bees came out…and I ran like hell, but to no avail. I was stung, and I’m allergic to bees.

I start crying hysterically because it hurts so much and I was so scared I was gonna get seriously hurt from it again. My breathing is growing more difficult, but I’ll be fine. I survived this last time without a shot. I’ll be fine.

But I cried for a lot of things, not just out of pain and fear, but I started crying out for him, and that I missed him and still love him so much and why, if there was a god, that he would do this to me.

I should go, the band is having a volleyball game in a little while.