Well, today a bomb went off in the center of town.

Smack dab in the middle of the downtown area, you could say. I wasn't there. I almost had gone there. There are dozens of dead and even more wounded. I was not one of them. Is this guilt? Probably just shock. The guilt will come later, I suppose. For today, my mind simply seems numb. A girl died today. She was bearly in her teens, went to school with my sister. I didn't know her at all, but her death still hammers at me. Do I want revenge? I don't know. Maybe I'll be able to answer that tomorrow. Perhaps I should go to bed now. Yes.

But you know what the best part is? There's another suicide bomber out there, They say. I wonder who he'll kill?

Probably me, I suppose.
It's not like I'm going to stay home. That's what the enemy wants me to do. That's what terrorism is meant to do. Since I can't do anything about the problem, I have no choice but to ignore it. Otherwise, I'll just become paralyzed. And I'm not going to give the bad guys what they want. Never.