We wake up today and it's like any other day. Except, it's not. We have breakfast, change our clothes, study, move on... Except we can't. That one day, that one atrocity, will always be there with us. No matter where we go and no matter what we do, that one day is what broke us and we can never forget it and never will we let ourselves forget it. We spend 364 days pretending we are strong, pretending its getting better and then on the 365th day it all comes back. The morning I skipped my computer midterm because i was sick only to wake up to all of the pain and hurt those illiterate beasts inflicted on our country. It's the 365th day. Break down. Cry. Because it's ok to. Because it's not making you weak. It's making you stronger. As a person and as a nation. Never think this makes you weak. This makes you a force to be reckoned with because it gives you a purpose. And nothing is more powerful than a nation, than a being with purpose. Remember your purpose. Remember your pain. Remember your martyrs. Remember their dreams and make them happen.