If you’re reading this, then I’m probably dead, and hopefully a lot of other people are too. As the text above states, my name is Mario Quintanilla, but you probably heard my name long before first laying your eyes on this document. I imagine by the point in time somebody other than myself is reading this, my name will strike fear into people’s hearts and will be synonymous with Harris, Klebold, and Cho. This supposition warms my lonely heart, for to be compared to these boys, some of my greatest idols, would be an honor. I plan to follow in their footsteps and execute a school shooting for the record books. My current plan is to begin my rampage tomorrow morning at eleven a.m., the first day back from spring break. Because writing this manifesto was a last minute decision, you’ll have to forgive me for the crudity and potential rambling of the writing, for I won’t have much time to write my entire story and proofread it before beginning my last minute preparations for tomorrow. I decided to write this for several reasons. First of all, people are going to want answers as to why their children are now deceased, and I intend on providing those answers in as detailed a way as possible. However, they likely won’t discover the answers they’re expecting due to my second reason. Secondly, I want to strike fear into the hearts of people worldwide. Throughout my unfair, excruciating life, I’ve come to conclusions about the world and existence itself that I want the masses to comprehend. While I could write about these contentions without committing a massacre, people would have no reason to care about my message or to take it seriously. Once this document is attached to the name of an infamous killer, then people will be curious and driven to read this work and absorb the words within it. I will use this manifesto to explain the philosophies I’ve developed due to my unjustifiable existence on this earth, and hopefully these teachings when juxtaposed with my deadly actions will terrify people into changing their ways for the better. Thirdly, I want this document to be an inspiration for other people like myself. I want people worldwide to understand that they are not alone in their suffering. In my darkest hours, I felt as though nobody in the world could comprehend my pain, and it would have been comforting to know that there were other people who felt the same way I did. When other sufferers like me read this story, they will understand that their suffering isn’t in isolation, and it doesn’t have to be in vain. They can see me as a shining example, a catalyst, who decided to stand up against the system oppressing them and causing them such terrible feelings. They, too, will know that a course of violent action is a viable solution to their problems. I hope to inspire dozens, if not hundreds, of murder sprees similar to my own. This way society will shake in its boots and be forced to conform to the ideals that we hold. If it doesn’t, then people like us will simply continue to murder them until they adapt. We will pay back our pain and suffering for their pain and suffering, and eventually we will create a society void of loneliness, depression, and anguish. People will learn that they need to include us, respect us, and love us. For those of you reading this document looking for insight into the psychotic mind so that you can find a way to prevent future tragedies from happening, you can read no further. Tragedies like this will continue to happen indefinitely, and no amount of gun restrictions or increases in mental health services will prevent them from occurring. We will always find ways to kill people in mass quantities. If you take away guns, then we’ll just kill people with knives. If you try to take away our knives, then not only will you be unable to open boxes or make sandwiches, but you’ll be getting blown to hungry pieces by our bombs. And how do you plan on taking away our bombs? By banning pipes? So now you have no running water, no sandwich, no package from grandma, and your insides are burning up from the anthrax we sent you in the mail. As for trying to “treat” our mental illnesses with your normie diagnoses and treatments, pharmaceutical science can only numb the pain of isolation and depression. Your drugs may impair our perceptions of the world, but at some point the drugs’ effects will subside or we’ll decide to stop using them altogether. You shouldn’t be trying to “treat” our perceptions; you should be “treating” the society that is causing us our misery. While depression is often the cause of a chemical imbalance in the brain, artificial stabilizers in the pills you force down our throats don’t permanently fix the problem. A person’s brain has natural ways of resolving these chemical issues through other means. For example, if a person is suffering from depression that was triggered by their isolation from society, then pills that temporarily stabilize their emotional state will lack severely in comparison to that person feeling accepted and loved by the people around them. Once the issue that triggered their depression is resolved, the depression will be no more. But instead “professional” mental health physicians prescribe a plethora of pills that are said to treat depression, anxiety, and all of that other shit. We aren’t the ones that are broken, and we don’t need to be fixed. Society is the problem here. Society ignores and mistreats outcasts like us, and these behaviors cause our pain and anguish. Society must learn that it needs to treat everybody equally in order to prevent feelings of depression and loneliness to fester within people. And this is a lesson that I intend to help teach.