I'm sitting here crying. I'm going insane.
I want to do something. I want to be safe. I don't want to be sorry.

My dad keeps saying that we have 24 hours. We will decide what to do later. I want to have a plan. I want to know what we're going to do. I don't like not having plans. The wind is already very strong here.

I can't stop crying now.

My mom can't even get off work. Neither can my brother. Neither can my sister. I feel sick to my stomach. I want to get the hell out of Florida. Forever. I HATE Florida.