I'm like a pair of Christian Louboutins and fresh-out-the-box Js all in one. "Queen with a crown that be down for wuteva." Fashion is my passion and writing is my bitch. Love to cake, but I rather bake ... $bread$. I eat like there's no tomorow, sing as if I know how, dance like everybody's watching, travel as if I can afford to, and laugh 'til I cry. Rennaisance woman. Tattoos and muscle cars FTW. GOOO GIANTS! Just one of the boys, but I clean up real nice. TEAM EDWARD baby. Pit bulls, and polar bears, and chubby-cheeked babies oh my! "I be Murderin Ink without the mutha-fuckin Jah-Rule."
Amen, i will always remember.
I wrote a piece about what I remember which was barely anything.
You know... I see this lone comment and I just had to add to it.
That is a day that I just wish to forget.
I try my best not to turn on the television.
I stay away from any homepage such as Yahoo or Google that might publish stories of reflection.
I just wish to forget that day... erase it from my memory.
It was the first time that I was actually scared of "living" in my life. Being alive was terrifying.
I even moved out of the country as a [partial] result.
So yeah, I just wished to acknowledge and appreciate your post. But personally, it is a day that I shall forever attempt to just forget.
And perhaps that does a disservice to the lives that were lost and destroyed... but it is that painful (to me).
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