I just sit in silence, let the pictures soak out of televisions

I woke up this morning feeling a bit groggy because I'd woken up around 1.30 am and not fallen asleep again for awhile. The first thing I did, was to check my Instagram, which was filled with: "praying for Paris". After awhile, I got the gist of what had happened, and checked the news. It was a shock of course, but I also realised that I needed to get ready for work. So I got dressed, went to the bathroom. Which was when I realised I'd put on my Paris jumper. I saw myself in the mirror, and just like that I was on the brink of crying. My emotional state has been questionable throughout the whole day, I'd say. And no matter what I occupy myself with, it's always in the back of my mind. Today I'm mourning the losses around the world. I'm also reminding myself to be kind, not jump to conclusions and shun people. "It's in these moments we need to be more kind, show more kindness," a patient told me. And I wholeheartedly agree. Naivety some would say, but I don't get how spreading fear is a better solution. I'd say it's worse. Work today was good, but I'm ready to have some days off. I've only got a shift tomorrow, then I have Monday and Tuesday off. I watched a handball match today, and though the team I was rooting for lost, I thought it was a really good match. I also got the new One Direction album yesterday, which was a big surprise. I'll write more about it, someday when I'm not feeling so empty.