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30. april 2007 af
affekaida (Slettet)
1) My last words
By Andy Williams
By the time u will read this I might be dead or even worse, in jail..
The following lines you will read, will provide you with the questions that right now is driving you
crazy.” Why did he do it”, I can imagine your foolish faces, deeply confused about what the little
“pussy” is aware to do. Just mention it, in case you had forgot my real name..
I was difficult enough from the start. I did grow up nearly without at mothers hand near me, and
therefore was forced to live in a little place with my dad alone, witch couldn’t let go off his
during the week. At the weekend, the TV and the beer became his best friends, I think you got the
point, don’t you?
At the school I didn’t fell well either. I got picked on and bullied by almost everyone I got in range
of my “friends” . I began to fell the hate grow inside me, the hate that woke up inside felt like a
burst in my heart that after got released. I had no feelings… I have no feelings. To get away from
my life I started to dodge the school, instead hang out with some skate dudes. They had a lot of
crack and joints, that they generously shared with me. I must say, it felt good to get away from
world, get new visions, and watch the world from a total different point of view. But not even my
gang I couldn’t avoid the bulling, maybe it was a part of being in the culture they had.. I don’t know
to be honest. Anyway I began the get enough of this shit, someone had to fell my anger…
permanently. The do of my glory and freedom did come much faster that I expected. That day I
woke up with the felling of, I was ready to do it. Without my dad noticed I took his .22 cal long
barrel revolver and took it with me to the school.
Enough of false judgments suffer and pain. We will se who will be the “pussy” this time, when I
blow your head of, witch will leave a deep red color of victory on the walls of the school!
My don’t give a shit for anyone anymore, death does not scary me… neither do you
tager meget gerne imod et document på min mail:
[email protected]
opgaven gik ud på at skrive et forvel brev fra gerningsmanden for en skyderi på skolen i usa. Han blev fanget af politiet. brevet blev fundet på hans bord derhjemme altså før hændelsen
By Andy Williams
By the time u will read this I might be dead or even worse, in jail..
The following lines you will read, will provide you with the questions that right now is driving you
crazy.” Why did he do it”, I can imagine your foolish faces, deeply confused about what the little
“pussy” is aware to do. Just mention it, in case you had forgot my real name..
I was difficult enough from the start. I did grow up nearly without at mothers hand near me, and
therefore was forced to live in a little place with my dad alone, witch couldn’t let go off his
during the week. At the weekend, the TV and the beer became his best friends, I think you got the
point, don’t you?
At the school I didn’t fell well either. I got picked on and bullied by almost everyone I got in range
of my “friends” . I began to fell the hate grow inside me, the hate that woke up inside felt like a
burst in my heart that after got released. I had no feelings… I have no feelings. To get away from
my life I started to dodge the school, instead hang out with some skate dudes. They had a lot of
crack and joints, that they generously shared with me. I must say, it felt good to get away from
world, get new visions, and watch the world from a total different point of view. But not even my
gang I couldn’t avoid the bulling, maybe it was a part of being in the culture they had.. I don’t know
to be honest. Anyway I began the get enough of this shit, someone had to fell my anger…
permanently. The do of my glory and freedom did come much faster that I expected. That day I
woke up with the felling of, I was ready to do it. Without my dad noticed I took his .22 cal long
barrel revolver and took it with me to the school.
Enough of false judgments suffer and pain. We will se who will be the “pussy” this time, when I
blow your head of, witch will leave a deep red color of victory on the walls of the school!
My don’t give a shit for anyone anymore, death does not scary me… neither do you
tager meget gerne imod et document på min mail:
[email protected]
opgaven gik ud på at skrive et forvel brev fra gerningsmanden for en skyderi på skolen i usa. Han blev fanget af politiet. brevet blev fundet på hans bord derhjemme altså før hændelsen
Svar #1
30. april 2007 af håhå (Slettet)
By the time you read this I might be dead or even worse, in jail..<-- er fængsel værre end døden??
The following lines that you are about to read, will provide you with the questions that right now is driving you crazy.
” Why did he do it?”,
I can already see your foolish faces to my self, deeply confused about what the little
“pussy” is about to do. Just mentioned it, in case you had forgotten my real name...
It was difficult enough from the start. I grew up near without at mothers hand near me, and
therefore I was forced to live in a little place with my dad alone, witch couldn’t let get off from his work
during the week. At the weekend, the TV and the beer became his best friends, I think you got the
point, don’t you?
At the school I didn’t fell well either. I got picked on and bullied by almost everyone
(I got in range of my “friends”).
I began to fell the hate grow inside me, the hate that woke up inside felt like a
burst in my heart, that after a while got released. I had no feelings... I have no feelings. I had to get away from my life so I started to dodge the school, and started to hang out with some skate dudes instead. They had a lot of crack and lots of joints, which they generously shared with me. I must say, it felt good to get away from the world, get new visions, and watch the world from a totaly different point of view.
But not even in my gang could I avoid the bulling, maybe it was a part of being in the culture they had.. I don’t know to be honest.
Anyway I began to get enough of this shit, someone had to fell my anger for real.
The do of my glory and freedom did come much faster than I expected.<--??
That day I woke up with the felling of that, I was ready to do it.
Without beeing noticed by my dad I took his .22 cal long barrel revolver and took it with me to the school.
Enough of false judgments, suffer and pain. We will se who will be the “pussy” this time, when I
blow your head of, witch will leave a deep red colour of victory on the walls of the school!
I don’t give a shit for anyone anymore, death doesn't scary me anymore… neither do you...
The following lines that you are about to read, will provide you with the questions that right now is driving you crazy.
” Why did he do it?”,
I can already see your foolish faces to my self, deeply confused about what the little
“pussy” is about to do. Just mentioned it, in case you had forgotten my real name...
It was difficult enough from the start. I grew up near without at mothers hand near me, and
therefore I was forced to live in a little place with my dad alone, witch couldn’t let get off from his work
during the week. At the weekend, the TV and the beer became his best friends, I think you got the
point, don’t you?
At the school I didn’t fell well either. I got picked on and bullied by almost everyone
(I got in range of my “friends”).
I began to fell the hate grow inside me, the hate that woke up inside felt like a
burst in my heart, that after a while got released. I had no feelings... I have no feelings. I had to get away from my life so I started to dodge the school, and started to hang out with some skate dudes instead. They had a lot of crack and lots of joints, which they generously shared with me. I must say, it felt good to get away from the world, get new visions, and watch the world from a totaly different point of view.
But not even in my gang could I avoid the bulling, maybe it was a part of being in the culture they had.. I don’t know to be honest.
Anyway I began to get enough of this shit, someone had to fell my anger for real.
The do of my glory and freedom did come much faster than I expected.<--??
That day I woke up with the felling of that, I was ready to do it.
Without beeing noticed by my dad I took his .22 cal long barrel revolver and took it with me to the school.
Enough of false judgments, suffer and pain. We will se who will be the “pussy” this time, when I
blow your head of, witch will leave a deep red colour of victory on the walls of the school!
I don’t give a shit for anyone anymore, death doesn't scary me anymore… neither do you...
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