Life isn’t what everyone says it’s like. I’d like to think it’s something unique, but well it’s not. It’s something that comes along to everyone. We don’t have a say in the matter. We live, we live and we die. There’s nothing much else to it. I mean, if there were? Wouldn’t you think we could explain why everything works the way it does? Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. But we don’t get to have that choice in life. It’s a damning thing to make us worry over everything and nothing at all. But that’s life in a nutshell isn’t it? Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.
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!
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