#important thing i have i think bc it’s my scrapbook / diary. it just fucked me ip so bad. now im staring at the ceiling and my throat hurts

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god my throat is raw from yelling / panicking. And part of me is wary wondering if it’ll happen again. omgggg

#purrs #i think i knew it was a false alarm it just didn’t feel real. but what fucked me up is that i couldn’t t honk of what to bring. i knew we #we’re close to an exit so we would be fine and i know you’re not supposed to delay getting out and that the stuff is just stuff. but my #journals and diaries.. like i brought them all here for some new years reflections and i couldn’t bring myself to bring any of them. or my #sketchbook. or my switch or ds with my animal crossing town. idk. i guess smth flashed through my head like so much of what matters to me #is digital now but that’s not fucking true at all. why did i have a hard time deciding and brought nothing when my sketchbook is the most #important thing i have i think bc it’s my scrapbook / diary. it just fucked me ip so bad. now im staring at the ceiling and my throat hurts #and im going to be so tired tomorrow. that was so scary #we didn’t even make it outside bc the alarm stopped before we left the room bc we were scrambling to find coats and masks (lol) and them my #mom called the front desk and they said it was a false alarm. so idk. for those 45 seconds it could’ve been life or death and that’s so much #to think about. everything important went out the window it was just like wtf is even happening rn and my dad said it was a fire and i was l #like how do you know. ugh. that was so scary #like what fucked me up was. all the pieces of me are spread so thin in so many journals and shit that idk which one to bring. i would have t #to take the complete collection. and i can’t do that so i have to leave all of them. that’s the choice i made in that primal moment. it #QUITE LITERALLY does not matter and is not the most important part of this to be worried abt / fucked up over but that really shook me