I always feel weird on September 11th... and by always I mean for the last 7 years.
It's just like any other day, except it's not.
I feel like I should be doing something more respectful. Or I should be somehow commemorating the day in someway other than it being exactly like every other day.
I guess there's a case to be made that the best way to commemorate the day is to live it like any other, but I feel like that's kind of bullshit.
So, I guess for the foreseeable future, I'll just continue to remember and forget a thousand times a day.
But, the day isn't all bad memories and national disasters. Today is also my dad's birthday.
Happy Birthday D!
I hope you had a wonderful day! Love you!
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