I can’t stop crying and I have to go to work in an hour and I don’t understand how I’m supposed to go to work and smile at my customers and pretend like a hundred children weren’t murdered. I don’t think I can.

I don’t understand how you can mock someone for turning to prayer at a time like this. When violence seems unending and there’s no solution and cruelty is everywhere. Sometimes the only solace is that those who escape their just dues in this life cannot flee forever. You have to believe there will be justice, even if it isn’t earthly justice.