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.falling world.
11:38 a.m.>> September 11, 2001
Heard about the Twin Towers collapsed news? Feh, I bet you have. It's a huge big deal today and I say that with full concern. I'm writing this entry on a piece of paper which now you all see is in my diary.
Stacia panicked. No, I don't blame her. Many people did; some were crying and some were in a state of shock or terror. Me? I felt nothing. I sat there eating my cereal calmly.
//So? Some plane crashed into the towers? Nothin' else//
"The twin towers are no longer there!!"
//Sh-t//
I listened to my friends talking about it, rumours rumours, but you can't tell which are rumours.
"Americans have this secure feeling, y'know, but now's like..."
I bobbed my head slowly, listening. //Been there, done that//
I went down to the student lounge afterwards. They were watching the news on television there. We watched the disintergration of the tower. It was horrifying/spectacular. Don't ge me wrong. I felt sad, but it was like in the movies where a building collapses with the cool special effects. Only this isn't a movie, it's reality.
One of my friends leaned over to me and said "I think I'm gonna move to another country." I almost laughed right there and there. //Feh, I did! And look what's happening now!//
"Our country is falling apart!"
//At least yours might be fighting against another country instead of fighting amongst yourselves.//
My sister's there. I just went to the Empire State Building not two weeks ago. My sister's in Boston, Worcested. Now I'm glad she lives in a small town.
The tv played the same falling tower scene again. I couldn't bear to watch this twice. First, my own country and now? My present home.
I couldn't bare to face the reality of this falling apart world. I've ran away once, am I going to run away again? Let me tell you, it's not fun. I've had enough of this 'war going on' thing. Screw presidents, let's stick to kings and queens. Screw them all, I quote from the play "One Who Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest"
Better yet. F-ck them all.
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