I have just read the story of Victoria Stafford, the young girl brutally abducted, raped and murdered. In the same area of the story is one of the "only way is Essex" morons, compaining about her skin peeling after her Dubai holiday.
I want to spit.
It literally hurts me to know that that little girl must have been terrified in her last few moments. How can I look at the world in a positive and beautiful way, when horrific and senseless things like this happen?
Zara Baker is another story that makes me very emotional, I wrote a blog about her a while back and followed her story on the news. Murdered, dismembered and scattered across two counties. A little girl who had bravely beaten cancer twice, losing a leg and her hearing in the process.
How can I live my life, complaining about not getting a job in five minutes, worrying about my future and what car I will drive? How dare I live my life like that?
Is there anyway to still accept and take in these stories, without becoming furious, hurt and bitter? Because that's the way I feel.