Can't believe it's been seven years. I vividly remember that day. It was shortly into my eighth grade year. I was coming out of Industrial Tech with Kelsey and Jean, which was our first class. Kelsey and I were going to Choir while Jean was heading to Band. Michael came up to us in the hallway between the Industrial Tech room and the Choir room, which were right next to each other, and told us that a plane hit the Pentagon. We laughed it off, then we got into the Choir room, and it was on the tv. I sat down, and stared at the tv. I didn't quite grasp what was going on. I didn't even understand what the World Trade Center was. I got home, and turned on the tv. It was on every channel. And I started to cry. I still didn't understand the gravity of the situation. It didn't occur to me that thousands of people had died, and that this was an event that was going to change history. I just suddenly felt overwhelmed, and cried.

Every year on this day I feel like this. I'm physically and emotionally exhausted. The curse of being an Empath with strong emotional memory. I woke up this morning and felt like I'd been run over. Even my coworkers noticed that I wasn't my usual self. It's hard to explain to people you'd just met that you feel the emotions of those around you as strongly as you feel your own. September 11th is a day marked by sadness and death, and it's so strong I still feel it seven years later.