sorry to everyone…
I just can’t take it..
all the thoughts…
to many…make my
i must have happiness,
My 1st Love???
OH My God….. I am almost sure I am in love… w. [edited]. Hehehe… such asta a strange name, like mine… Yet everything about her I love. From her good body to her almost perfect face, her charm, her wit, & cunning, her NOT Being popular, Her friends (who I know) -some - I just hope she likes me as much as I L♥ LO♥E Her. I think of her every second of every day, I want to be with her, I imagine me & her doing things together, the sound of her laugh, I picture her face, I love her. If solmates soulmates exist, then I think I’ve found one mine. I hope she likes Techno…. :-)
[Edited], I love you,
“Ive always had a thing for the past - how it reacts to the present & the future - or rather vice versa. I wonder how/when i got so fucked up… my mind, existence, problem - when Dylan Benet Klebold got covered up by this entity containing Dylan’s body… as i see the people at school - some good, some bad - I see how different i am (aren’t we all you’ll say) yet i’m on such a greater scale of difference (as far as I kno, or guess)”
“nobody accepting me even though i want to be accepted””
Evidence item #333
Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold are once more in the family room of the Harris home. Eric is filming. Dylan is wearing a black baseball cap on backward, exposing a “B” embroidered in white on the back of the hat - the Boston Red Sox logo. He’s wearing a plaid shirt, either dark blue or black with white; the shirt’s untucked. He’s wearing black BDUs (military-style pants) tucked into military-style boots. There are several bags on the floor, including a large maroon one.
Eric: ”Say it now.”
Dylan: ”Hey mom. Gotta go. It’s about a half an hour before our little judgment day. I just wanted to apologize to you guys for any crap this might instigate as far as (inaudible) or something. Just know I’m going to a better place. I didn’t like life too much and I know I’ll be happy wherever the fuck I go. So I’m gone. Good-bye. Reb…”
Dylan takes the camera then and begins filming Eric. Eric’s also wearing a plaid shirt that’s either dark blue or black with white, with a white t-shirt on underneath. His lower half can’t be seen.
Eric: ”Yea… Everyone I love, I’m really sorry about all this. I know my mom and dad will be just like.. just fucking shocked beyond belief. I’m sorry, all right. I can’t help it.”
Dylan: (interrupts) “We did what we had to do.”
Eric: ”Morris, Nate, if you guys live, I want you guys to have whatever you want from my room and the computer room.”
Dylan adds that they can have his things as well.
Eric: ”Susan, sorry. Under different circumstances it would’ve been a lot different. I want you to have that fly CD.”
Eric: (eventually) “That’s it. Sorry. Goodbye.”
Dylan: (sticks his face in the camera) “Goodbye.”
The tape ends with a brief glimpse of a sign on the wall of Eric’s bedroom, someone’s arm partially blocking it from sight. It’s the letters: CHS along with a drawing of a bomb with a lit fuse and, in bold black letters, the word “clue”.