oh god, oh god, oh god
September 11, 2001all the circuits are busy and i am gripping my phone so tightly and i can’t stop pacing around the house and i just want you to be ok.
i don’t want to leave my house today. i just want to tell everyone how much i love them.
everyone, i love you.
(it’s so strange, all the thoughts that were in my head before going to bed seem so trivial right now.)