"It’s a fucking filthy place we live in. All these standards and laws and great expectations are making people into robots even though they might “think” they aren’t and try to deny it." -From Eric Harris's journal, Columbine Shooter.
I'm not revolted when I scroll through the adoring Columbine posts. They often appear in between photos of self-harm wounds and missives about loneliness. Instead, I feel pangs of sadness, pity, and on a bad day, recognition.