May 21+2, 2017
What a horrible incident we had last night here in Manchester.
Why do people want to kill others?
I think I can understand the feeling of being useless in the world and not knowing why I am here, but it doesn’t mean that others do not know why they are here either.
Who gave whom the right of deciding someone’s life expectancy? If you don’t want to live because you can’t find a good reason to live, well fair enough, but you do not have a right to decide for others’ lives.
What a pathetic way of revenging, even without knowing to whom you want to revenge for your unhappy life.
However humans were created, maybe we are too complicated being. Or, maybe we don’t have big enough brain? Or heart? Why do we need to study psychology?