"Columbine...friend of mine..." that was 5 years ago today.

Columbine

It was a year ago today that I got home and found the TV turned on, that there's something horrible going on...that someone my age, or seemingly so old, could have enought angst and enough balls to go out and kill somone...kill 12 fellow students, 1 teacher, and themselves.

My heart crys, I hope we have learned, but I fear that we have not. In my mind I can assure myself that those feelings of angst and angre that Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris must have had, but since I'm fearing it, I must also somehow feel the same way that they did. I feel pain and sorrow.

I have hope for the future, it is still not stable, and like a columbine in early spring, waiting to fully bloom yet. I hope to hear that one day we all don't have to worry about pressures of homophobia, about pressures in high school, but I know that I must be apart of changing that...and that is scary. Perhaps I will, perhaps I won't be able to, but I must: first because I'm being trained to do so, and second if I don't start now, who will start in the future. I must I must I must.

As for myself, I must focus on my studies again and again. I've kinda lost sight of that.