Virginia Tech Shootings

I don't really know how to put it, but I kind of understand why he did it. After I read more about him from the BBC news website.

Well anyway I'd really like to give emphasis to the gunman's message:

"You had a hundred billion chances and ways to have avoided today. But you decided to spill my blood. You forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off."

I feel both regret and sympathy for this guy. He probably went through so much pain in his life. Being insulted, pushed down, shoved off and rejected.

"You had everything you wanted. Your Mercedes wasn't enough, you brats. Your golden necklaces weren't enough, you snobs. Your trust funds wasn't enough. Your vodka and cognac wasn't enough. All your debaucheries weren't enough. Those weren't enough to fulfil your hedonistic needs. You had everything."

He hated those people.

"You have vandalized my heart, raped my soul and torched my conscience. You thought it was one pathetic boy's life you were extinguishing. Thanks to you, I die like Jesus Christ, to inspire generations of the weak and the defenceless people."

He kept everything inside him and it bursts off into one killing spree no on will ever forget.

"Do you know what it feels to be spit on your face and to have trash shoved down your throat? Do you know what it feels like to dig your own grave? Do you know what it feels like to have throat slashed from ear to ear? Do you know what it feels like to be torched alive? Do you know what it feels like to be humiliated and be impaled on a cross and left to bleed to death for your amusement?

You have never felt a single ounce of pain your whole life. Did you want to inject as much misery in our lives as you can just because you can?"

People looked down on him... Made fun of him... Treated him like trash... I understand because I've felt like that... I've felt how pain can play with your mind and push you to the edge.

"I didn't have to do this. I could have left. I could have fled. But no, I will no longer run. It's not for me. For my children, for my brothers and sisters that you (expletive). I did it for them."

To tell you honestly, there was a time when I wanted to quit and kill the pain. I thought of "I wonder if I died would it mean anything to them or make them realize that they were wrong".

"When the time came I did it. I had to."

But I'm not like you. You're weak. You let pain get the better of you. I know I'm not that strong to be saying things like this, but at least it was enough to overcome that pain and realize that those crazy things won't do me any good at all. How I pity you for have wasted your life and the innocent others.