Yesterday’s event are still weighing heavily on my mind. I must be getting sentimental in my old age because this attack has really depressed me. One of the things I hate about London is the tube system. You could call it a phobio, but I always hated being stuck underground between tunnels. It’s almost like being buried alive. When I did the commuter shuffle into town, everytime the train stopped in a tunnel, my stomach turned knots.
With yesterday’s events, I empathise with all those trapped in carriages and down the tunnels. It was my nightmare come true. Of course, I always said it would happen, but to see the pictures of the dead, dying and wounded just saddens me beyond belief.
I am supposed to go to a concert tonight, but I just can’t bring myself to be happy and cheerful and enjoying myself after yesterday. I know we are supposed to have the “Blitz Spirit” and we are supposed to carry on and show them that we aren’t beat, but I just don’t feel like whipping myself up into a frenzy.
Pathetic sniffling little git, ain’t I?

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