No not mine! Silly rabbit!
His last post entry was two days before police believe he committed the brutal slayings of 40-year-old Brenda Groene, her son Slade and her boyfriend Mark McKenzie, at Groene’s home near Coeur d’Alene, Idaho.
I have always been fascinated with human psychology and almost majored in it in college. It was a difficult choice between Psychology and some kind of creative future. So, whenever anything like this story comes up, I’m usually there to read about it.
Here is a quick excerpt from his last post:
I have feelings, in fact I think I must be more sensitive than most people because I seem to feel more than they do, at least more than what they openly express. I feel for the starving children and families in the world, others say, “Oh, that’s too bad, but I can’t do anything so…”
I wish I could be more honest about my feelings, but those demons made sure I’d never be able to do that. I might not know if it matters, but just in case, I am working on an encrypted journal that is hundreds of times more frank than this blog could ever be (that’s why I keep it encrypted). I figure in 30 years or more we will have the technology to easily crack the encryption (currently very un-crackable, PGP) and then the world will know who I really was, and what I really did, and what I really thought. Also, maybe then they will understand that despite my actions, I’m not a bad person, I just have a disease contracted from society, and it hurts a lot.
I hope to complete this journal before I die (soon) or turn myself in (I still might do that, I think it is the right thing, but of course, I’m not sure).
Speak of being sure; I wish I could be sure about my thoughts. But right now the only thing I’m sure about is that I’m sure about nothing. It is not a good position to be in considering my circumstances (being a felony fugitive and all).