"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"I don’t know who this lady is... she waved at him and he made his way up to her. I thought their interaction would be the same as last time but I was wrong. "
"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"I'm preparing myself for the school shooting. I can't wait," he wrote. "I need to get the biggest fatality number I possibly can. I need to make this count... I'm learning from past shooters/bombers mistakes, so I don't make the same ones."
"This was my teacher. I was in that closet. Having to feel that fear and see all those people think they’re going to die is something no person should experience."
