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Serious Shooting at a Minneapolis Catholic school kills 2 children, injures 17 people
- Thread starter K.I.T.T.
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Now, freeze frame each page of that journal and take screenshots so we can read it all. I'll pay you because I'm lazy. Do you accept Camel Cash? I'll give you many monies.
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That's a wild twist... Wonder how long before a translation is made public...
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There is no evidence of him being transgender, and there is no such imaginary place that you call “hell”.
He was a murderer who was upset with the Catholic church and that’s it.
Yes, there is. His first name was Robert and he had it legally changed to Robin to reflect his gender Identity. It's right there in the news...
Here is more diary shit. This was sourced from a chan.
Page 1 (dated 05.23.2023)
Title: "Пpoявлeниe мыcлeй" = "Manifestation of Thoughts"
I had thought of this journal for a long time. I am very complicated, so I want this journal. I’m not gonna write in it in any sort of fitting font or anything, haha!
This journal is not to be organized, or easy to read. It will be random thoughts put onto paper.
I haven’t written in a journal before, so excuse the mess.
I know about benefits of diaries, but I know about them mostly because I’ve watched so many mass-shooting videos, lmao.
My interest in specifically school shootings started in seventh grade. I remember one day, I was talking to [Bethany?], my crush, and I was mad at her.
She was talking with this one skater, where would I hide—I don’t remember now. I don’t remember if I said something to them, then I thought of a mass-shooting type [scenario].
Left page (p. 2)
I got in big trouble for that, but not too big! I basically promised I didn’t mean anything. I got suspended for a week, I think.
Those thoughts never went away, but you’d be surprised. I remember, every school I went to, I had some fantasy at some point—or thought—of shooting up my school, even every job.
When I got caught in seventh grade, I don’t remember ever talking to a therapist.
They basically made sure I wasn’t a threat, then locked me in a meeting room, and I was at school for that week, LMAO I guess.
That made me stew in my thoughts and then solidify some feelings of hatred and malice in my head, I assume.
But committing a mass shooting is not the right thing to do. I cannot let myself do anything like that.
But god fucking damn it feels so good to indulge in the thoughts. I have so many reasons why I cannot do it.
I can’t do it to my family. I love them and they love me. I simply can’t do that to them.
Right page (p. 3)
[Why?!]
Another reason, obviously, is my digital footprint. I’ve lost all my [anonymity/privacy]. I wouldn’t want people finding my clips, lmao—my clips are so [cringe]; I would get fucking roasted! XD
I don’t really think my name sounds like some Nazi name, lol—“Robin Westman”? Nah.
My [face/fans] isn’t crazy enough, lol. I’m enough of a freak, haha.
Anyway, for the record: if anyone reads this—hopefully not—I’m writing this like this so a snoop won’t immediately freak out.
I just want a place to put my thoughts—talk to a therapist or family—’cause I can’t imagine being reported and put on a ban list.
Bad news: I feel like I might already be on kind of a list due to my constant consumption of mass-murder and violent content.
I watch the films: Elephant, Klass, [Zero Day?/something set in America]. I basically skip the whole thing and just watch the massacre scenes.
I don’t hide my internet activity from [—].
Page 1 (dated 05.23.2023)
Title: "Пpoявлeниe мыcлeй" = "Manifestation of Thoughts"
I had thought of this journal for a long time. I am very complicated, so I want this journal. I’m not gonna write in it in any sort of fitting font or anything, haha!
This journal is not to be organized, or easy to read. It will be random thoughts put onto paper.
I haven’t written in a journal before, so excuse the mess.
I know about benefits of diaries, but I know about them mostly because I’ve watched so many mass-shooting videos, lmao.
My interest in specifically school shootings started in seventh grade. I remember one day, I was talking to [Bethany?], my crush, and I was mad at her.
She was talking with this one skater, where would I hide—I don’t remember now. I don’t remember if I said something to them, then I thought of a mass-shooting type [scenario].
Left page (p. 2)
I got in big trouble for that, but not too big! I basically promised I didn’t mean anything. I got suspended for a week, I think.
Those thoughts never went away, but you’d be surprised. I remember, every school I went to, I had some fantasy at some point—or thought—of shooting up my school, even every job.
When I got caught in seventh grade, I don’t remember ever talking to a therapist.
They basically made sure I wasn’t a threat, then locked me in a meeting room, and I was at school for that week, LMAO I guess.
That made me stew in my thoughts and then solidify some feelings of hatred and malice in my head, I assume.
But committing a mass shooting is not the right thing to do. I cannot let myself do anything like that.
But god fucking damn it feels so good to indulge in the thoughts. I have so many reasons why I cannot do it.
I can’t do it to my family. I love them and they love me. I simply can’t do that to them.
Right page (p. 3)
[Why?!]
Another reason, obviously, is my digital footprint. I’ve lost all my [anonymity/privacy]. I wouldn’t want people finding my clips, lmao—my clips are so [cringe]; I would get fucking roasted! XD
I don’t really think my name sounds like some Nazi name, lol—“Robin Westman”? Nah.
My [face/fans] isn’t crazy enough, lol. I’m enough of a freak, haha.
Anyway, for the record: if anyone reads this—hopefully not—I’m writing this like this so a snoop won’t immediately freak out.
I just want a place to put my thoughts—talk to a therapist or family—’cause I can’t imagine being reported and put on a ban list.
Bad news: I feel like I might already be on kind of a list due to my constant consumption of mass-murder and violent content.
I watch the films: Elephant, Klass, [Zero Day?/something set in America]. I basically skip the whole thing and just watch the massacre scenes.
I don’t hide my internet activity from [—].
fag really thought someone would care about his thoughts, writings, or the inscriptions on his weapons.
just a copycat with no personality who thought he was something special
im glad this cringe gaylord killed himself 1 less lgbtq faggot less
just a copycat with no personality who thought he was something special
im glad this cringe gaylord killed himself 1 less lgbtq faggot less
Bloodandmoonlight
Lurker
Twat cunts like you piss me off Just playing to the masses , I hope to god you don't have kids you sick minded pariah of low intelligence.
stfu skinhead i would torture your pets in front of your ugly eyes
A transcript of his letter to his friends and family.
To My Family and Friends:
I don't expect forgiveness and I don't expect any apology. I have to hold much weight, but to my family and those close to me, I do apologize for the effects my actions will have on your lives. Please know I care for all of you so much and it pains me to bring this storm of chaos into your lives. This will affect so many more people than the ones that are immediately involved.
To my Mother and Father, I am sorry I didn't turn out as you had hoped. You did not fail me, you gave me so much. I truly appreciate the love you have given me. I feel I was raised to be a good person. I've kept those traits of empathy, self-sacrifice, and good character. Please do not think you have failed as parents. I was corrupted by this world and have learned to hate what life is. Life is love, life is pain. There is too much to endure, too many things to put up with just to live. I'm tired of the pain this world gives out. Please move on and continue to give your love to my brothers and sisters, and the rest of the world. They may not forgive me but you need to move on from me. Forget my life and the pain I've brought. I love you both. Thank you for everything, I'm sorry.
To my Siblings, I am sorry for forever tainting the rest of your lives. Your careers, lives, relationships, will be turned upside-down. Please hold on to who you are, not who I am. Change your names if you must. I wish I could tell you that before I go. Please know that I love you all and truly appreciate the time I have spent with you. I have such an amazing family and it hurts me to know this world — with the weight of it and the people. I feel worthless, like my choices are never enough. I appreciate all of you, I cherish all of you. I feel inspired to be like you, when I grow up. I hope you are able to live on and continue your lives without being forever followed and haunted by my actions. Forgive me, and all that I am. Hold onto yourselves and your loved ones. I love you all.
And to my friends, I trust you all to give your memory of me however you see fit. I am sorry for the confusion and heartbreak this will bring. I truly appreciate all of you for showing me a good life and helping me through dark times. I have had so many good times that gave me hope, unfortunately this world has too much pain to deal out that I can't cover up with the good side of life. I hope you all can move on and forget the pain I've caused.
I have wanted this for so long. I am not well. I am not right. I am a sad person, haunted by these thoughts that do not go away. I know this is wrong but I cannot seem to stop myself. I am severely depressed and have been suicidal for years. Only recently have I lost all hope. I decided to perform my final action against this world. I don't want to kneel down to the injustices of this world. I want to die. I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees, constantly in pain.
I think I am dying of cancer. It's a tragic end, as it's entirely self-inflicted. I did this to myself as I cannot control myself and have been destroying my body through vaping and other means. I think I have lung cancer. I have felt many pains that make me think I am past the point of recovery. I do not want to recover. I do not want to throw my life away by rotting in a hospital bed. I don't want the rest of my life to be as a cancer patient, in and out of hospitals, constantly being fretted about with people afraid to be happy around me. Fuck that! I want to go out on my own means. Unfortunately, due to my depression, anger, and twisted mind, I want to fulfill a final act that has been in the back of my head for years.
You all are what keep me going. I find no more interest in anything material. I have only an interest in my mission and love for my family. If I didn't have such an amazing group of people around me, I would have been gone much sooner. I just want to escape from this world. Escape from the constant bills, shitty jobs, shitty people, and injustice of America. I am done with this. I will not bow. I will be selfish, and leave you to pick up the pieces. It's my fault. Blame me, but please move on.
Whether you accept my apologies or not, I hope you all can move past this and continue your lives. Remember to be good people. Now more than ever the world needs more love, even if you don't get it in return. Please find hope, find love, and stand up to injustice.
I love you all, I will remember you. Pray for the victims and their families.
I Love You ♡
Dad, Mom, Jack, Martha, Theresa, Joe, Jared, Phil, Liam
— Robin M Westman 2002–2025
[Signature]
[Bird doodle]
(P.S. T, get over yourself and make up with Mom. She loves you. You need to grow up and accept that time just keeps on fucking moving. You either will stay in the past and rot, wasting your life and happiness away, or you can grow up and move on from things. We all love you.)
(P.P.S. I wouldn't recommend any of you to read my journals, unless you REALLY want to, but be warned.)
[looks like RB? doodle of interlocked initials/hearts?]
To My Family and Friends:
I don't expect forgiveness and I don't expect any apology. I have to hold much weight, but to my family and those close to me, I do apologize for the effects my actions will have on your lives. Please know I care for all of you so much and it pains me to bring this storm of chaos into your lives. This will affect so many more people than the ones that are immediately involved.
To my Mother and Father, I am sorry I didn't turn out as you had hoped. You did not fail me, you gave me so much. I truly appreciate the love you have given me. I feel I was raised to be a good person. I've kept those traits of empathy, self-sacrifice, and good character. Please do not think you have failed as parents. I was corrupted by this world and have learned to hate what life is. Life is love, life is pain. There is too much to endure, too many things to put up with just to live. I'm tired of the pain this world gives out. Please move on and continue to give your love to my brothers and sisters, and the rest of the world. They may not forgive me but you need to move on from me. Forget my life and the pain I've brought. I love you both. Thank you for everything, I'm sorry.
To my Siblings, I am sorry for forever tainting the rest of your lives. Your careers, lives, relationships, will be turned upside-down. Please hold on to who you are, not who I am. Change your names if you must. I wish I could tell you that before I go. Please know that I love you all and truly appreciate the time I have spent with you. I have such an amazing family and it hurts me to know this world — with the weight of it and the people. I feel worthless, like my choices are never enough. I appreciate all of you, I cherish all of you. I feel inspired to be like you, when I grow up. I hope you are able to live on and continue your lives without being forever followed and haunted by my actions. Forgive me, and all that I am. Hold onto yourselves and your loved ones. I love you all.
And to my friends, I trust you all to give your memory of me however you see fit. I am sorry for the confusion and heartbreak this will bring. I truly appreciate all of you for showing me a good life and helping me through dark times. I have had so many good times that gave me hope, unfortunately this world has too much pain to deal out that I can't cover up with the good side of life. I hope you all can move on and forget the pain I've caused.
I have wanted this for so long. I am not well. I am not right. I am a sad person, haunted by these thoughts that do not go away. I know this is wrong but I cannot seem to stop myself. I am severely depressed and have been suicidal for years. Only recently have I lost all hope. I decided to perform my final action against this world. I don't want to kneel down to the injustices of this world. I want to die. I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees, constantly in pain.
I think I am dying of cancer. It's a tragic end, as it's entirely self-inflicted. I did this to myself as I cannot control myself and have been destroying my body through vaping and other means. I think I have lung cancer. I have felt many pains that make me think I am past the point of recovery. I do not want to recover. I do not want to throw my life away by rotting in a hospital bed. I don't want the rest of my life to be as a cancer patient, in and out of hospitals, constantly being fretted about with people afraid to be happy around me. Fuck that! I want to go out on my own means. Unfortunately, due to my depression, anger, and twisted mind, I want to fulfill a final act that has been in the back of my head for years.
You all are what keep me going. I find no more interest in anything material. I have only an interest in my mission and love for my family. If I didn't have such an amazing group of people around me, I would have been gone much sooner. I just want to escape from this world. Escape from the constant bills, shitty jobs, shitty people, and injustice of America. I am done with this. I will not bow. I will be selfish, and leave you to pick up the pieces. It's my fault. Blame me, but please move on.
Whether you accept my apologies or not, I hope you all can move past this and continue your lives. Remember to be good people. Now more than ever the world needs more love, even if you don't get it in return. Please find hope, find love, and stand up to injustice.
I love you all, I will remember you. Pray for the victims and their families.
I Love You ♡
Dad, Mom, Jack, Martha, Theresa, Joe, Jared, Phil, Liam
— Robin M Westman 2002–2025
[Signature]
[Bird doodle]
(P.S. T, get over yourself and make up with Mom. She loves you. You need to grow up and accept that time just keeps on fucking moving. You either will stay in the past and rot, wasting your life and happiness away, or you can grow up and move on from things. We all love you.)
(P.P.S. I wouldn't recommend any of you to read my journals, unless you REALLY want to, but be warned.)
[looks like RB? doodle of interlocked initials/hearts?]
Would you point me in the direction of that chan you mentioned if you have a link? Thanks.
Nice job Mom…. Thoughts & Prayers! Merica 🇺🇸
I guess this means disturbed homosexuals will have to be barred from owning firearms... sick trans faggots
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