No Love: Confessions of a Would-Be School Shooter

“I almost shot up my school. I almost shot myself. And it had all felt so right.”

It happened on a cold, lonesome winter day. The gun came from his parents’ bedroom. The bullets, from a clinical Styrofoam tray. The will, from the blackness inside him.

But from where came this plan for murder-suicide? Where, and why?

Written over a decade after the fact, 'No Love' attempts to answer these riddles. Behind the hedge of anonymity, the author dissects the events and circumstances which would propel...