How.
How can someone do something so barbaric, so horrific, so inhuman and justify it.
How can they go to sleep at night without seeing the faces of the people they killed for no reason other than that they were not exactly like them, without imagining mothers and spouses and friends weeping over graves, without hearing the voices of children begging to see their parents again.
How can they live with themselves, knowing the anguish and pain and anger they've struck into people's hearts and knowing that it was their choice to do it.
How can someone possibly imagine that killing a busful of children is okay. How can someone, in their wildest dreams, think that this is for the greater good.
Tell me how.
I just can't. Not anymore. At first I was just sad when these things happened, and I still am. But now I'm also angry. I'm so angry at these lunatics.
And on a different reason it's a bad day, my aunt is dying.
She has a very aggressive, very rare form of cancer that's been steadily sapping away her life. They say she's got days. Maybe hours.
She's an amazing person. She stayed strong throughout it all, even though she was fighting a horrible disease that was probably very painful, as were the treatments. She's such a wonderful example and I know she'll be going to a better place where she'll never feel that pain again.
It still hurts for those left behind, though.