I feel guilty when I think to myself that I'm sick of hearing about this. I don't mean that I'm sick of hearing about this because I don't care. I mean that it makes me physically nauseated to hear how demented this guy was, and how he perfectly planned this out. It makes me sick to hear about the students, the ones who died and the ones who mourn, the families of the victims and every person who was attached in some way.
I hope that somewhere out there, everyone knows that lots of people are still good at heart. Anne Frank believed that everyone was still good at heart, but in times like this, it's hard to want to find that good.