On some real shyt the more I think about it...me and him are close to the same birthday. I was born July 26, his is July 24. We both have had problems to get close to mentally broken. I think I'll give some insight, tear it apart if u wanna coli wolves.
His inferiority-complex is the anti-thesis to mine. He thinks he's a God, blames others, has a thing for white blonde chicks, he's rich. I think I'm inferior to others, blame only myself even for others' mistakes, I have a thing for mexican chicas, I'm poor.
The only places we connect is narcissistic tendencies, being weird, going to the point of extreme loneliness and eventually pushing our minds into the positions where we have delusional thought-processes.
I am willing to even bet he had fantasies like I do, where he is the hero. Yet in his version he's the hero for humanity by ridding the world of injustice by killing innocents. Whereas my day-dreams/fantasies are uniting the world against an alien presence which picks the strongest fighters across worlds/galaxies and pits them against each other to fight for the survival of their planet, and eventually we bust out that bytch and unite all the universe against them mafukkas.
I don't think it's mental illness, and I am co-signing social anxiety. I remember at my granpops/granmama house I did something wrong and it hurt me so much inside I literally took a butcher knife ready to stick it through my chest, I think I was aroun 8 yrs old. I didn't do it but I know it set something wrong on me.
Usually a mental illness is a chemical imbalance, I think he just broke his mind into a delusional state of self-righteousness a long time ago, like I broke myself into believing even after gettin it with a girl the first night @ 14 I wasn't good enough for her.
It been a long road for me but thankful my family is here and I ride & die for them, but after hearing this.....yuh im steppin myself up, brehs.
Hopefully I'm not labeled a psychopath because I do have day-dreams but just out of boredom now, as before it was a way for escaping this reality. I'm finally getting to the point where I'm regaining a stable set of goals and working towards them.
I hold no sentiments toward this murderer, the world is cold and I thought everyone knew that shyt.
Appareantly we gotta naive closet homo who power ballads to white bytches an self-hates half of himself, or did.
