It's amazing how time heals wounds. The first anniversary of 9/11 was horrible. I cried the whole day. This year, I feel a great sadness and so far no tears. It's the memories and the effects that crush me. I am a different person because of it. In some ways, a better one. The American bubble was burst and the world flowed in. We are not indestructible. The saddest part is the people who refuse to accept the world around us are the ones causing the greatest damage. I never realized the hatred for Americans that has been brewing for so long until 911. The hardest part is view how others view you... and see similarities. I have tried to change some of my ways, but it's been a hard road to walk down. All around me are people blinded by the word 'patriot' and refuse to evolve globally.

I think my boyfriend pretty much summed up my feelings for the day:

I can't believe that they're having that bullshit "America Supports You Freedom Walk". If there's any worse way to make a mockery of a tragic event, I haven't seen it. It's like having a barbecue to commemorate the Holocaust - you just don't even fucking do it.

Remember with love. Remember with respect.

Shalom

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