We only wanted the chance to live

Can you tell, from this photo, who is the one carrying a large scar across her abdomen?

Today marks the day 945 of the genocide. It's too dark out there, and I hear explosions in the distance. I'm stuck in hell. Human animals are approaching us, ready to devour our bodies. I'm not afraid, I'm depressed and anxious. I can't feel hope or safety. I'm living through trauma so devastating that I can hardly believe it.

We only wanted the chance to live, to love, and to suffer ordinary human struggles like everyone else. Instead, we ended up fighting madness and insanity.

Is there any hope left in humanity, any chance that this constant feeling of being dehumanized will end, or at least ease for a meaningful amount of time? The world does not truly feel our suffering now. Perhaps it will eventually, after we are all lost, or perhaps only when loss reaches their own front doors.

This evil is not only destroying us; it is consuming everything good in good people, and making cruel people even crueler.

If my end comes at the hands of these human animals, then it feels like the end of everything.