Simply Haunting

Pulitzer Prize Winner for Breaking News Photography, taken by Massoud Hossaini: 

Tarana Akbari, 12, screams in fear moments after a suicide bomber detonated a bomb in a crowd at the Abul Fazel Shrine in Kabul on December 06, 2011. 'When I could stand up, I saw that everybody was around me on the ground, really bloody. I was really, really scared,' said the Tarana, whose name means 'melody' in English. Out of 17 women and children from her family who went to a riverside shrine in Kabul that day to mark the Shiite holy day of Ashura, seven died including her seven-year-old brother Shoaib. More than 70 people lost their lives in all, and at least nine other members of Tarana's family were wounded. The blasts has prompted fears that Afghanistan could see the sort of sectarian violence that has pitched Shiite against Sunni Muslims in Iraq and Pakistan. The attack was the deadliest strike on the capital in three years. President Hamid Karzai said this was the first time insurgents had struck on such an important religious day. The Taliban condemned the attack, which some official viewed as sectarian. On the same day, a second bomber attacked in the northern city of Mazar-i-Sharif. Karzai said on December 11 that a total of 80 people were killed in both attacks. Published December 7, 2011

[Pulitzer Web Site]

Long read, worth it. Reminder of while we may have the best Health Care in the world, we have the worst Health Care System in the developed world.

Bartlet is the President - 2012 Edition

How can you not love this man?

[Via Storify, via @Pres_Bartlet]

This was how my day started, lol

How can you not love that face??

Hahaha

Yeah, so...

I've managed to not update at all, either here or in my paper journal.  Which isn't good for my mental health, I think.  Certainly cheaper than therapy.

So, generally, good news: I'm not completely screwed.  I've managed to squeak myself by from complete disaster again.

In other news, it's coming up on a year since she left.  I still don't know how I feel about how she did it.  One day, she just didn't come home.  She was just finally gone.  I guess I had seen it coming, but didn't want to admit it.  I wanted to believe her lies about fixing our relationship, etc, because thats what I wanted.  And it didn't hit me for a while that she was gone.  It took her coming back to take things for me to really get it.  To get that she was leaving.  It took me a lot longer to realize and understand that I'd been lied to and used for so long I'd forgotten who it was I had married, because I hadn't seen her in so long.  The person who left me wasn't the person I married, because she wouldn't have cheated and left me like that.  But that's the danger of loving someone with BPD, all it takes is the right person to come along and unbalance them.  These days it's sad to see what she has become, a young photocopy of [redacted], she lost herself in this monster.  And who knows, maybe she's happier now.  And maybe I'll be happier one day.

If anything, I've learned to make friends.  And to be a friend.  And maybe I'll find someone else along the way, someone who actually likes me for me, and I won't have to bury so much of me to be with them.  And maybe I won't.  Maybe I'll continue to make more friends, and find my life in that.  Or the chemistry.  At this point my life is full of possibility, and I don't know where the next turn will be.

Also, I'm turning 30, and it feels weird.