The Morning After
Sep. 7th, 2003 01:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirlHello Me,
Well, I was saved last night. Just as I was on the verge of bursting into tears![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
afraidofliving signed on to MSN. The two of us talked for an hour, hour and a half maybe. What can I say, he just gets me. He gets what it's like to feel the way...well...the way we feel. We have a lot in common. Talking to him make me feel not so alone.
Talked to him until 7:00 AM. Went to bed. Got up around 1:00 PM. Watched a two hour documentary about the 9/11 attacks on A&E. I think that was a sign of emotional progress. A year ago I couldn't watch any footage of the attacks. It was all still too fresh, too painful. I remember that day so vividly. I remembersilent_t and I sitting in our dorm room crying, watching the towers crumble on TV. I remember I slept with a light on for a week and we didn't open the blinds in our room for almost two. I remember being so aggravated with the girls in my suite who all decided to call their Mom's in the midwest just to tell them they loved them after the attacks, and showing no respect for the fact that my family actually lived in New York and I couldn't even try to call them since these stupid girls were tying up the phone!!! After well over 16 hours of waiting for my suitemates to get off the phone, Tina devised a way for me to call my family over the fucking internet!!!
Anyway, the documentary was really interesting. It talked about the building's structural problems, slip ups in evacuation procedure, and interviewed people who survived. What no one ever remembers is that while 3000 people died in the Twin Towers, 10,000 people made it out alive. 10,000. That's a damn lot. And I love hearing stories of how everyone helped each other make it out. The night of the attacks I was talking to Mike over the make shift phone line T had whipped up for me, and he told me all the stories of people Danielle knew who had made it out, and how they made it out, and I just cried and cried because i was so happy that people were taking such good care of one another.
There comes a time when you just can't turn away from it anymore. Sure, there was some footage I watched today that made me wanna cry. But what am I gonna do? Shield my eyes from it forever? No way. Gotta accept what happened. Being able to watch that show made me feel very strong.
Also cleaned half of my room today. Half the room in half an hour. Mom was impressed.
It's getting cold. You can tell it's autumn. Actually the weather is near perfect during the days, just gets chilly at night. I've been having to close my windows. Everyone is heading back to school. But not me. For once, I'm kinda thankful.
Well, I was saved last night. Just as I was on the verge of bursting into tears
afraidofliving signed on to MSN. The two of us talked for an hour, hour and a half maybe. What can I say, he just gets me. He gets what it's like to feel the way...well...the way we feel. We have a lot in common. Talking to him make me feel not so alone. Talked to him until 7:00 AM. Went to bed. Got up around 1:00 PM. Watched a two hour documentary about the 9/11 attacks on A&E. I think that was a sign of emotional progress. A year ago I couldn't watch any footage of the attacks. It was all still too fresh, too painful. I remember that day so vividly. I remember
silent_t and I sitting in our dorm room crying, watching the towers crumble on TV. I remember I slept with a light on for a week and we didn't open the blinds in our room for almost two. I remember being so aggravated with the girls in my suite who all decided to call their Mom's in the midwest just to tell them they loved them after the attacks, and showing no respect for the fact that my family actually lived in New York and I couldn't even try to call them since these stupid girls were tying up the phone!!! After well over 16 hours of waiting for my suitemates to get off the phone, Tina devised a way for me to call my family over the fucking internet!!!Anyway, the documentary was really interesting. It talked about the building's structural problems, slip ups in evacuation procedure, and interviewed people who survived. What no one ever remembers is that while 3000 people died in the Twin Towers, 10,000 people made it out alive. 10,000. That's a damn lot. And I love hearing stories of how everyone helped each other make it out. The night of the attacks I was talking to Mike over the make shift phone line T had whipped up for me, and he told me all the stories of people Danielle knew who had made it out, and how they made it out, and I just cried and cried because i was so happy that people were taking such good care of one another.
There comes a time when you just can't turn away from it anymore. Sure, there was some footage I watched today that made me wanna cry. But what am I gonna do? Shield my eyes from it forever? No way. Gotta accept what happened. Being able to watch that show made me feel very strong.
Also cleaned half of my room today. Half the room in half an hour. Mom was impressed.
It's getting cold. You can tell it's autumn. Actually the weather is near perfect during the days, just gets chilly at night. I've been having to close my windows. Everyone is heading back to school. But not me. For once, I'm kinda thankful.
