I’d like to think life would come about and make more sense than it does at the moment, but I doubt that will ever happen. Life comes and goes as it pleases and I have no idea why it does what it does. It would be nice for life to make sense. Depression and all comes about because well I don’t know why it comes about, it just does and here I am trying to over do or overcome it or something. I don’t quite understand why this life has to be the way it is.
So I’m having nightmares from the attacks on the 11th. I keep dreaming that I’m back in High School and I’m trying to warn people about the attacks that are about to take place. But no one will listen to me. I’ve hard of survivors guilt, but I wasn’t there…can that still be true if you weren’t there? I don’t know. But something is making me dream about these things and I don’t want to dream about them anymore!