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I was in highschool in Canada at the time. Lots of schoolmates were in tears, others were developing their own conspiracies behind the whole thing before even the second tower fell. What I mostly remember was how little I felt, and how I wondered if something was wrong with me. So I played the part and pretended to be sad and stuff when really it just felt like another day to me.
Then I went home to celebrate my dads birthday but he didn't want to do anything but keep up on the news, so, I just stayed in my room and listened to music. I specifically remember listening to a Dark Lotus song where the chorus goes "Mass murder makes me happy! Dead Bodies make me happy!" and remember feeling a bit sick at it, so I turned it off. That small little act made me realize maybe I wasn't broken, and I went downstairs and watched the news with my dad for the rest of the night.
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