I apologize for writing a story that sympathizes with a person who wanted to kill all his classmates
It’s been over twenty years since I brought a gun to school and tried to kill everyone. I think people were generally upset when it happened, but over the years everyone has sort of forgotten about me. At the last reunion only a few people recognized me and all the others were like, “Are you sure you did school with me?” I guess I’m thankful people aren’t still mad, but one of the reasons I tried to kill everyone was so I’d stop getting ignored. I’m not sure what I should do. Maybe at the twenty-five-year reunion I will do a reenactment so they will never forget the day I brought a gun to school, went in the bathroom during lunch, and rubbed the gun very hard hoping magically somehow everyone in the school would die.