By: nicole stacy

nicole stacy — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 01:43:28 +0000

when it happened, i was a senior in high school. that day, i had an eye infection, and went to school late. i alway was the peron waitning for an attack, but i never really thought it would happen. so i stayed home and slept late. then my grandma woke me up and said turn on the tv. it has been over ten years, and i don;’t know why buit is just now affecting m e. i wish i was one of them,on the plane or in the towers. i want to feel what they felt. i remember that i did go to school that day, just because i was wanting to know what had happened. i lived in tulsa oklahoma. and at theat time it was the other side of the wsorld from nyc. i remeber that day, noone knew what was going on, but the next day.eighty percent of the ytoung men in my class signed up to be in the military.l i think of them ervery day.l the were so brave. but i don’t know why but it is only recently, that even haunts me. i i want to feel waht they felt; what the jumpers felt. two yearslater i visited ground zero, and i haven’t stopped crying since. i really wish i could have died in the attacks that day; then i would mean something. as i am, i am useless. everyone who perished that day is an american hero, and i am nothing, and it took me over ten years to appreciate them. i feel so ungrateful. that day i did not realize how important things were. now i live inc hina, and i hope to die a hero’s death; i long for death. i want to give ly life so someone else will feel it. do you get it? i am really suffering, please if you read this email me nicolestacy17@gmail.com. even if you want to berate me, please, i need contact with someone who feels what i feel;. please.

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