Today, a man from A*stin flew a pl*ne into a building in A*stin because he was upset at the eye are s. He wrote a long note explaining his life story and what brought him to make this decision. Reading the note is intense, sad, and completely hopeless. His conclusion brings him to v*olence. I am only grateful that no one else besides the pilot was killed.
How can one get to this point? How can one be so broken, and distressed that they give up on life? How can one so educated not look at the past and realize the freedoms we DO have today. Yes, his life sucked in certain areas, and sucked hard, but hurting others is supposed to fix it? This is basically a su*cide note, one that could've killed others. I'm glad it didn't. But I'm still reeling from the aftershock.
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