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I'm doing a project about the bombing of Hiroshima. It's stirring up a lot of mixed emotions, and a lot of anger I didn't really know I had.
The attack was so unnecessary. So many died...civilians. It was a terrible, vicious, savage cheap shot against Japan...I find it difficult to write an unbiased report on it when I see pictures of women with the texture of their clothes burned into their skin...and the ruins of a proud city, having been reduced to rubble and ashes by an incomprehensibly monstrous atrocity.
http://www.cfo.doe.gov/me70/manhattan/hiroshima.htm
Colonel Paul Tibbets, the navy dog who dropped the tonne-heavy uranium bomb, died on the first of November this year. I hate that. I wanted to spit in that filthy American's face (keeping in mind I have nothing against Americans, I just think that their military endeavours are brutal and careless).
....-Sigh- In other news...
This weekend was hectic...I don't ever want to black out again. Or see Michelle with a knife to her throat as I snap out of my twisted state to see a razor pressed so firmly into my wrist that it nearly cut from the pressure alone. Or get so angrily frustrated with Rensa that I snap inside and it causes a blackout...at least those things are solved now.
Dangerous things happen when I can't cope with my frustration, I guess....Michelle is right, I need help. I always thought I came out of my younger years pretty well, without much scarring or carried pain. But it has became unmistakably, painfully clear that I'm carrying baggage from mother and Sakuya and that idiot Jeff, among things. To the point where I've supressed myself into a completely different side of me that I don't ever want to let go. So from now on the chain around my neck has become symbolism for keeping my stability intact.
And yet somehow, Michelle has quickly discovered ways to snap me out of it, so that I'm less of a danger. Which I'm grateful for...very grateful.
Rensa and I are working on better ways to communicate with each other so that we don't upset the other person. I guess we don't need counselling (which he wouldn't have gone too, Rensa, you goof, you can be so stubborn!). It's actually weird, when I erase my mind and focus on the task at hand I can be very helpful. I wish those moments weren't so few and far between. Maybe I could have gotten a passing mark in Civ.
Oh well, no regrets. The important thing is I'm buckled down now.
I'm very thankful for Michelle and her ability to straighten me out and get me back on track. She manages to be assertive in a calm and collected way that is tuned to how I feel. She has yet to slander me.
And Valen, thank you for giving me hope even when I know you were feeling down. I appreciate you letting me know you're here for me. It's comforting to have your companionship...^__^
Syd, I don't think I have to say the words for you to know that I've always liked having you around, and you always manage to drop what you're doing and talk to me when I need it at school. Thank you.
Rensa, thanks for keeping an open mind even though I've been listless and difficult to deal with over the past however long it's been since I got something stuck up my butt attitude wise.
I guess I'm just a big emo kid after all. X_X;;
...Damnit. X____X;;;
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