I’m really not ok. I haven’t stopped crying. I feel so guilty bringing my kids into such a fucked up world

Those poor innocent two- and three-year-old babies went to daycare that day, and woke up from their naps to be slaughtered by some piece of shit man who shot or stabbed them in the head to death

I think about the horror, pain, and confusion those precious babies went through in their last minutes of life. And I can’t fathom it.

I’m heartbroken, so much that I feel like I can’t function.

Is there anyone else feeling this horrible? Unable to function? My husband agrees how sad it is and how horrible, but then he is able to let it go and continue his day. I don’t understand how you can continue to live normally.

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