I’ve been mad before. I’ve been depressed before. I’ve probably even jokingly said that I wanted to kill someone. But I can’t imagine actually doing it. What makes a person snap and take the lives of others? I just can’t grasp it. I don’t understand.

I was reading some of the articles about the professor who gave his life to save his students. And bios of some of the dead. It depresses me to read about it but somehow I feel like I owe them that much. I may never have met them in life and likely wouldn’t have if they’d lived, but the small thing I can do for them now is remember them.

Still — it’s just craziness. What a mad, mad world indeed.