April 15th
  1. I woke up, and I'm breathing, and I'm here.
  2. Taxes and stuff, I think?
  3. Three years ago today, a little piece of my city blew up.
    And after that day where I could've blown up too, police sirens made me cringe and have full panic attacks in the middle of my day. Hearing the bombings at the Boston Marathon Finish Line but not seeing them was terrifying. Starting my walk to work before almost being trampled by people screaming and crying and running with soot all over their faces was the most intense situation I have ever been a part of. Living in Boston has indeed made me stronger.