Well then... ummm so this is a thing. I'm afraid that just even leaving a reply here puts a target on my back, but I don't care whatever. For me, to see this happened yet again in the U.S. makes me feel not ashamed, not sad, but scared. Scared that this could have happened to my family, scared that this could have happened to my friends, scared that I could have died with a short life. I guess this is sort of becoming the norm too. I use to like to go running, but with all these stories about crazy killers and what not, I get scared to even go outside. I feel like some maniac is going to kidnap me or shoot me. For what reason? None! And that's what scares me. They don't need a reason for this as long as they can do it.
In the end, I see it as humans are awful. Sure there are some diamonds in the rough, but the way we go about our lives, some killing, some abusing, some hurting, it's just not right to me. I'd like it all to stop, but what difference can one person make? I could certainly make a bigger difference if I killed tbh. I'd get more attention doing that. I won't though. Why? because I have other people in my life that need me, and I need them. I'd rather not lose them. Especially to psychopaths on the streets who dare to call themselves humans.