A lot of people died today. People who had decades of life left to live. People who were trying to make Honor Roll, or picking a prom dress, or passing notes in homeroom. I didn't know any of them, but I know that they couldn't have been that bad.

Don't kill your classmates, even if they're mean to you. Getting picked on is a fact of life for many people. I got picked on. I was a weird person. I'm still resonably weird but I'm PROUD of it. I got picked on and it taught me to appreciate people who treat me well. It taught me to tolerate mean people, laugh at myself when I need to, and repect other people's feelings. It taught me to be myself even when no one appreciates how cool I am.

It did NOT teach me how to load an Uzi. Hurting people back is not an answer, getting picked on is not an excuse.

If you kill them you don't get to show them up at your 10 year reunion. You don't get to become a healthy successful person with beautiful children and a good life. You don't get to find all the people out there who will appreciate your quirks. You get to rot in jail for the rest of your life.

I don't believe in the afterlife...but you'll fucking burn somewhere for that.

Don't kill your family. Don't kill your friends. Don't kill classmates, teachers, teammates, mascots, lunchladies, custodians, guidance counselors, nurses, gym teachers, lab pets, or substitutes. If the little voices in your head say that killing your school's soccer team is going to make it all better, do the world a favor and just kill yourself and leave the rest of us alone.

I'd like to remind everyone that dead means dead FOREVER, and sorry isn't good enough for that.