To whomever reads this, hi. I want to start out saying that I never thought that this many people would ever read this story. This is not necessarily a good thing. I wrote this story almost 5 years ago, and in that time I have grown up, a lot. When I wrote this story I was very depressed and lonely, as many people who are interested in columbine may be. As an act of consoling my loneliness I turned to some pretty dark things, including writing this. It was comforting to know many people had the same interest as me, but no only that, but Dylan and Eric too. In that sense I related to them, but I don't anymore. In light of recent events I wanted to write this, saying that I'm sorry for writing this. I did not understand the magnitude my words had until I realized the platform it stretched across, and for that I feel horrible. To the victims of any mass shooting, especially columbine I am sorry. I know they will not or have not read this, but even so I capitalized on someone's pain by writing a romantic fictionalized story, disregarding the true nature of the event. I understand that being a teenager is hard, and shitty, and I feel for you all. I know you all are probably in a very sad place, but it gets better. I'm better. I want you to know it is okay to feel compassionate and sad for the event, but do no idolize, and take a step back and know you are better. It is very enticing to want revenge, or some giving, but violence is never the answer. I hope you all stay safe, and find happiness. This is all momentary, and one day you will overcome any struggle you have had. Thank you for reading.
