I don't know what to write.
Sep. 12th, 2001 12:48 amI'm tired and emotionally drained. And very, very sad. And most of the people I've run into today don't seem to understand why I'm so sad. After all, it's not like I had family or friends in New York. What's wrong with me?
Well, I can't explain it, and I don't really want to explain it. But my reaction is just as valid as everyone else's. And the fact that I'm acting this way doesn't necessarily mean there's anything wrong with me.
I just don't want to think about what comes next.
Well, I can't explain it, and I don't really want to explain it. But my reaction is just as valid as everyone else's. And the fact that I'm acting this way doesn't necessarily mean there's anything wrong with me.
I just don't want to think about what comes next.
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Date: 2001-09-12 12:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-09-18 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-09-12 12:33 am (UTC)Sensitivity is just as much a gift as coping, and if we can do both it's even better.
Best wishes
Amy