So this started with being upset about all that Remembrance Day brings, and ended with being upset about the state of the world right now, because it’s absolutely insane.
You know what I feel so goddamn guilty for keeping up with the statistics. 60 thousand of our men died but I couldn’t name a single name for you. It’s true what they say, one death is a tragedy, 100 becomes a statistic. It’s absolutely terrible. I feel as though I’m erasing the pain of every little girl who looked up at her mom’s tear-streaked face and realized she was never going to see her brother again. I’m helping erase the grief all of these families went through as they could feel their loved ones being forgotten, and I can’t do a damn thing about it. The sad thing is that we’re used to it. Shootings happen multiple times a week now and the world might as well be crumbling in our fingers, but we’ve become so desensitized to this ridiculousness that we can’t grieve all these people, all these things that are happening because we’d never finish.