Everything jam packed into one.
I just woke up about 2 hours ago. I didn't know where I was, or how I got there, but I saw Harold's face. He was so pale, and he looked terrible. Then momma walked in crying and screaming, along with daddy. But then I saw doctors and I knew that something was wrong with me. I just didn't know what. Momma and daddy sat down and talked to me. They told me that I had a really bad brain injury, and just because I am awake doesn't mean I'm okay. It just means I'm lucky. I'm going to have to go through alot of therapy and I won't be back in school for a while, but I am willing to work for it. I can't believe all of yall went crazy on here. But I feel so blessed that y'all did, because I feel so loved and cared for. It's a feeling that I'd never think I would feel. I got so many hugs and kisses from everyone. It's just so overwhelming. But in a good way. Thank you to everyone on Quibblo. You just made my night by all of those comments on Harold's stories. But what we really need to celebrate tonight is Harold's 18th birthday. He spent all day beside me, holding my hand. He never got a cake, or a present, or anything. I don't want him to be forgotten one bit. Happy birthday to the best brother on the planet, Harold. I love you so much, thank you for everything you have done these past few days. You're truly amazing. Blow him up you guys! He deserves it. I guess that's all for tonight, I don't really feel that amazing, and I don't want to keep annoying you guys with stories. :) So night - night. Don't let the bed bugs bight! xxxxxx