I suppose I should say something about this, put my own piece in with the rest.

Other than the few obvious facts, the dying economy, the flying flags waving in the air, the new sense of nationalism, and a sad and detached feeling of loss, I feel awful because I can’t tell you exactly how much 9/11 has had an effect on my life — so many things would have changed regardless of whether or not the events occured. 9/11 struck days before I left for college, and needless to say this has been one of the more tumultuous years of my life. Would it have been if 9/11 had not happened? Most likely. Would it have been different if it hadn’t? Most definately. Looking back to one year from today, I can hardly imagine how I must have been, how different America was, and how much pain has been suffered on and since that day.

The events of 9/11 and the subsequent reactions have hovered like a shadow around every corner throughout this year. It’s been there to darken the lightest and darkest of days and I can’t stand to comprehend the terrible pain that has been thrust upon the nameless faceless, the ones I’ve seen on TV, and people that I’ve known (or worse, cared for). It’s too much for my weak mind to take on.

It’s still difficult for me to watch the news sometimes.