“I am not part of the human race. Humanity has rejected me. The females of the human species have never wanted to mate with me, so how could I possibly consider myself part of humanity? Humanity has never accepted me among them, and now I know why. I am more than human. I am superior to them all. I am Elliot Rodger… Magnificent, glorious, supreme, eminent… Divine! I am the closest thing there is to a living god. Humanity is a disgusting, depraved, and evil species. It is my purpose to punish them all. I will purify the world of everything that is wrong with it. On the Day of Retribution, I will truly be a powerful god, punishing everyone I deem to be impure and depraved.“
Same. I am alone on Valentine’s Day. Brooding, zoning out. I get zero pussy. I am angry at the world and think a girlfriend could save me. I am celebrating whore killer day by drinking Starbucks and doing scratch offs. Nobody loves me in, and for that they should all just die. I look at these beautiful women and think why are;t they with a guy like me? I would treat them good. All my life I’ve been told I’m polite and generally just nice guy.
There’s this one girl I know. She’s very pretty compared. Most femoids are disgusting if you look at them long enough but not her. I stare at her from my car and watch her walk to her class. I notice the small things. Things I know no guy she’s ever been with has noticed. Though i have a feeling she hasn’t dated many. We met through an introduction assignment in my Biology class. We were paired together and and to share two truths and a lie.
I can’t talk to girls. With her it was excruciating at first. I avoided eye contact and spoke in short sentences. Immediately she complemented me on my shoes, a pair of Jordans I bought last week. I looked down and brought my eyes back uo to her smiling. Mesmerized instantly. Totally relaxed. We got into the assignment. Neither of us are interesting people so I won’t bore you with the details. None of that matters now anyway.
I’ve said this all before haven’t I? Or someone has. You know how the story goes. I never fucked her. The end.
What I want is revenge against everyone. I need ammo and guns. I need designer clothes and sports cars. Adoration is out of the question, fear is what I want out of people. Everything about me is better than most of the human race. I’m such a loser virgin.