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2001-09-19 || 12:31 p.m. || dear dad. || i kind of want to write a mass letter to everyone i love to tell them i love them. i feel like i have swallowed a large button. and there are noxious gases swirling around in the lungs. and my ears hurt from all the noises, men yelling about war and kids yelling about war and sirens and all the rumors. and all the talk. it's the talk that is upsetting me. scott says we'll get bombed again and becky says the first people to get drafted are 17-21 yr old boys and michael says his mom said if he joined the armed forces she'd be very disappointed (dear laurie, michael would never ever join the armed forces.) and all the emails are saying we have to do something to make sure the government knows how we feel. and. i feel so powerless. and i want to call up my dad and ask him what is going to happen and will everything calm down but he doesn't know. and my dad knows everything. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |