I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-- that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant. 

None of those things, however, came out of my mouth.

All I was able to do was to turn to Liesel Meminger and tell her the only truth I truly know. I said it to the book thief and I say it now to you. 

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I am haunted by humans. 

So many things have happened in just two days. I am writing this because of so much disappointment and sadness about what has happened since then and maybe what will happen in the following days. The quote above is exactly how I feel at the moment. People take words and use them as knives and needles that prick people until they bleed and they don't just stop there. They do much worse. Words are not supposed to be used as weapons to hurt, they're supposed to be used to reason and protect. And there are lines that you're not supposed to cross as humans. Not to slander, manipulate, and defame someone just because of a mistake. We are called humans for a reason. We're imperfect. We make mistakes. And for these, we should know when to forgive who has asked sincerely of forgiveness. You simply don't use words to condemn someone to death because of a mistake. 

I really hope that all who read this understand what I wanted to convey as to what has happened lately to a kind and strong girl that shaped my world partly just because words got too much and people were too quick to misjudge.