I hate that today 75 people died and I just sat at a restaurant staring at a screen then casually turned my head and finished my conversation with a friend. I hate that today I walked the streets of Cairo in completely in appropriate cloths and didn’t care if I’d get raped again. I hate that this time last year I was so scared I might die and actually had my name and mother’s number written on my arm in case I do die and now it’s just another day. What’s happening to me? Have I become so detached from reality and so apathetic I don’t know what life means and what it’s worth anymore?
Just another one of my rants. I promise though, there will come the day when I send you a happy email…
