Waters of March - Anya Marina

Fears of Mexico, of a lost first love, and of giving a speech next week...

My dad is going to Mexico on Saturday. He is going to a place that, I think, we have no relatives in. I am afraid. I should be afraid. Unless you've been living under a rock, you should know about all the terrible murders that have been happening in Mexico. I am freaking out; and presuming that the worst is going to happen. And it's not just me. My father is making preparations for what I should do in case he doesn't return... So yeah...

I don't think I'll ever get over my first love. He is, I assume, days away from leaving for Afghanistan, and I can't stop thinking about him... worrying for him. Should I stop this? Yes. Will I go crazy if I don't? Most likely. Can I stop? Not yet. I believe that until I know that he has returned 'safe', I will do nothing but think of him in my free time.

So I'm gonna get over all of this because I have homework to do.

Until tomorrow, let's be free to be you and me; let's be young and free!