I'm sure you've heard about the latest shooting. Young high school kid brings a rifle to school and kills people. No one knows why,

"He was such a nice kid. I talked with him all the time."

Bull Shit.

These people interviewed aren't the victims, they're the culprits. These are the people that drive your kids to the brink of insanity. There is a reason this nice kid went bad, and the answer is closer then you think. That's right, it's YOU.

I was once like this young shooter, never to the point of murder, but a nice guy, open minded, liked, but not respected. Why? Because, if you want to be popular or liked by others in High School you must destroy others. And once someone becomes a target, then everyone jumps in and life for someone becomes miserable. When someone would gay bash, I would defend them, because to say being gay is wrong is very narrow-minded. If someone's lunch was stolen, I wouldn't laugh and point, I would share my lunch. And for some reason this made me become a target.

Wasn't I such a nice boy?

This kid in San Diego sounded a lot like me. Joked around, nice, considerate, but new to a city. And because of this, people felt the need to hurt him mentally. I'm sure you assholes out there don't realize it, but every time you would bash or humiliate or beat up on one of us losers, you would knock our confidence down a notch. And that eventually you can knock someone dead inside. There is nothing lonelier in the world then felling afraid because of persecution. Wondering if your opinion will be embraced or trashed on and then used later as a weapon to inflict more pain. Afraid to confine in someone all your frustrations and sorrow because, well, no one is listening.

Man, are you a pussy.

I could be, or is it that because of YOUR constant bashing that we now don't have the confidence to ever stand up for ourselves. Did you know it took me over 3 years to repair a large chunk of my ego because of that one hurting comment every day, of every week, of every month, of every year. I couldn't even say hi to an ugly girl because my nerves and ego were so shot.

What about your friends? Why didn't you turn to them?

I couldn't. They were at fault too. Hell, they might have done the most damage. At times I thought they kept me around for when they got bored. You know, the guy you kicked around when there was nothing better to do.

So make new friends.

How? By that point you don't have the confidence to meet and befriend anyone so you stick with the assholes so there is at least a warm body to talk to.

But of course I'm better now. Scarred, but not dead. All it took was 1000 miles, a new life, and making some real friends. Of course I owe my life to these people: Mike, Marissa, and Chris. My best friends, the people I also owe my insanity. Without them, I could honestly say I would be a shell of a man. Afraid to walk on anyone's toes or ruffle anyone's feathers.

You sure as hell wouldn't have the Senseless Bastard. And that would be a tragedy all on its own.

So to point the finger at this kid and say that he was just a whack job is wrong. The police should look at those students for whom made his life and unbearable phess pool of pain and suffering. If you find that one kid who did most of the teasing (he was probable one of the first ones shot) then you can answer all those questions, like "What's wrong with our kids today?" I can guarantee he didn't kill those students because of a violent video game or movie.