I will not watch her die.

The girl that made me turn off the twitter feed had a name. Her name was Neda. You've probably heard all about her by now. I sure as hell have.

Lots of people are talking about watching the video. How horrible it is. How gruesome it is. How important it is to watch it, so we know what's happening. Well, I've decided that I don't need to see it. I saw the photo. I saw her death. It gripped my heart and cracked open my mind. I felt a cry in my soul and I wondered, "Why?" Why do these things happen?

I don't need a video to tell me that people are suffering. I don't need a video to feel empathy or to understand the truth of this. I don't need to hear her father's anguished cries. Imagining it is enough for me. I am already having enough nightmares. I'm sure God is sick of hearing me pray for Neda's spirit. And for her family that is no doubt going through hell right now.

I respect Neda. I understand her sacrifice, but I will not watch her die. It seems a pointless torture to me, to put myself through what I already know. An innocent woman was taken from the world for the tenuous hold of a power that ultimately means nothing. I mourn for her already. I do not need to see her tragic end. I've seen enough of it as it is.

Wow. Crunchy.

I just ate a whole bag of gluten-free pretzels. God damn I'm hungry.