Enough. I can't take it. I can't take the public spectacle. I can't take the sad crying eyes everywhere I walk. I can't take turning on the television and seeing "those" images again. I can't take hearing the stories anymore. Enough. Enough. Enough. I want to be in the quiet. I want be alone. I want to see someone smile. I want to hear someone laugh. I don't want anything forced. I don't want anyone to forget. I don't want anyone to stop their own grieving if they can't or don't want to. I just can't take it anymore.

Hate me if you must. I grieve. I've grieved for a long time. I'll continue to grieve. But really, in the grand scheme of things, is today different than yesterday? Should we feel better tomorrow?