eu queria encontrar motivos bons o suficiente pra continuar existindo. motivos que sejam meus, somente meus. nada parecido com “alguém vai sentir sua falta” porque todos somos substituíveis, todos vamos virar lembrança e depois nada. eu queria alguma coisa que viesse de dentro de mim, algo que me fizesse querer continuar, algo que me fizesse feliz por estar vivendo. só.
Parents: Galina Roslyakova (mother) & Igor Roslyakov (father)
Died: 17 October 2018 (Age: 18)
Cause of Death: Self inflicted gunshot to the head
Famous for: On the 17th October 2018, Vladislav Roslyakov walked in Kerch Polytechnic college in Crimea, Russia armed with a 12-gauge shotgun of which he used to shoot and kill many individuals at his college after a large bomb of which he had placed in the cafeteria exploded, injuring many.
Extra information:
. Vladislav was not very popular at school due to him being fairly unsociable and not coming from a background as wealthy as many other students.
. His attack at Kerch Polytechnic College was heavily inspired by the massacre of which happened at Columbine High School in 1999.
. Vladislav’s mother is a nurse, she was treating many victims of the attack before she knew that her son was the shooter.
. Vladislav’s childhood was highly centered around religion, as his mother was a Jehovah’s witness. In fact, Vladislav was not able to get a computer until he was much older due to the fact that his father thought that they had something to do with the devil.
. Vladislav stole money from his grandmother to help pay for his ammunition for the attack.
. Not long before the attack, Vladislav burned almost all of his things, nobody is exactly sure why.
. Although he has not been diagnosed with any mental disorders yet, Vladislav showed signs of abnormal behavior at a young age, as he would reportedly be cruel to animals.
Começarei morrendo pelo coração. Gostarei sempre dele, como se gosta do que está extinto, sejam os dragões, os anjos ou as distâncias. Histórias de coisas que não voltam. O meu coração sem visitas perderá a memória e, quando nos separarmos de vez, certamente será mais feliz. Se me perguntarem, direi que nasci sem ele. Jurarei e mentirei sempre.
