nine eleven, two thousand one.

tomorrow is september eleventh.

i still remember the day that the planes hit the buildings.

eight years old, backpack on my shoulders.

ready to go to school, just watching the news.

then it happened.

the camera man had to run into a coffee shop of some sort,

just to get away from the smoke cloud.

i was only eight years old.

everything didn't seem like such a big deal.

but as i've gotten older, i have realized the tragedy.

i watched the documentary today,

about people that survived nine eleven.

it was heart breaking.

i learned that people were actually jumping from the buildings.

they would rather fall all those feet to their death,

instead of getting burned to death.

then, at the end of everything,

all of them still lived with the horrors of it all.

just because they survived, didn't mean they can live.

then, at the end, obama came on and announced the death

of osama bin laden.

i started crying then.

because it took us that long to find the man responsible.

it was such a sentimental moment for me.

just because i feel like my days are going by without reason.

without any purpose.

and i could die any day.

i could die tomorrow, and the world would keep spinning without me.

but the people i loved would get hurt.

so i sent out a massive text,

and i know it may seem insensitive,

but i meant it to every person.

thank you for being in my life. <3

these are the responses i received:

ditto back at ya!

anytime(: thank you for being so awesome.

aw. thank you as well.

you're welcome!

haha no problem. 

awh, you're welcome.

why you're welcome! thank you for being in my life sweetie.

ok?

is that a suicide text?

thank you for being so awesome! love ya!

awwww love you britt.

why would you say that!

i hope i continue to be in it (:

what? was that to someone else? or me?

i love you. i really needed that.

of course sweetie!

i'm so glad for all of them.

thank you all for being in my life.

i appreciate it.