i can’t believe that it’s been eight years since the terrorist attacks on the world trade centers. it’s been eight years since the heroes in flight 93 fought back. it’s been eight years since countless amounts of citizens because heroes the instant that they decided to help each other. it’s been eight years since the fire and police department heroes did anything and everything they could to save a life. it’s been eight years. it’s mind-blowing to me, actually. even though i remember exactly where i was (and what i was wearing), sometimes it’s hard for me to believe that it even happened. it was just something that was so surreal…like something that happens in a movie instead of real life. when i actually sit down and think about it, it completely breaks my heart. i’m tearing up right now, to be honest (shocker). i don’t know. what a heavy day. i pray that we never forget that day. i know i won’t. i also pray that everyone will remember that for one day (and several days, weeks, months following) we all forgot the things that made us different. the things that made us argue. the things that made us hate. we were just Americans. maybe that’s because we were all pissed off at the same group of people, but whatever, we were ONE. i just wish we could all remember the things that really are important. (talk about a miss america speech…i guess i want world peace too…haha)
currently listening to: nothing really.