I'm feeling totally defeated. Actually I have been for about 2 months.
Ever since the death of my Aunt Louise. She did not just die. She was murdered and her killer is still out there.

It pretty frigging hard to go about your business as usual.
I want justice. I want to find this (I can't write the word I wish to use here, actually I can; look this up in the Dutch dictionary: KLOOTZAK) and put him in a rotten jail cell for the rest of his miserable life.

You know what is the queerest thing? You find yourself trying to come up with a bright side? You tell yourself all kinds of nonsense to make it more tolerable. Only it isn't.

It makes me wonder what I have done bringing kids into this world. I just really wish we could put all the rotten people on an island and blow it up.
Tonight that sounds absolutely ideal to me.

You know what is the worst part is, that there is not a single thing I can do. I want to make it go away. Sometimes I have an almost normal day and then bam... suddenly I'm thinking, oh yeah your aunt is DEAD!

I can promise you all this much: I will not rest until we get this scum of the earth, and put him away.

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