Desperate times around Seattle.

I was just watching the news with my dad, and apparently there have been three rapes and two more attempted rapes in a town south of Seattle. The police think it's the same guy--a serial rapist--and that he is getting more and more violent.

How completely sad is that? I felt like crying, until they told about what happened with the latest attempted rape--another guy was in the house, and he attacked the rapist. With a screwdriver. Oh yes. The mo'fo' has at least two stab wounds from that guy's screwdriver, so the police think he might lie low for awhile.

That is seriously one of the best things they could have said after I heard about all this freak of a man has done. Can you imagine how much it would hurt to be stabbed with a screwdriver?! Ow. The rescuer needs a medal, and he should get a new screwdriver, too.

I hate hearing about these things, it's why I rarely watch the news. It's so depressing. I just feel so awful for those girls he attacked. Can you imagine how they must feel? What they must be thinking? I can't.

It must be horrible. I wish it had never happened. Those poor people... I want to tell them, some how, some way, that they are safe now, that no one will ever be able to hurt them like that again, but I can't.

God, I really hate the world sometimes.