This guy in my graduate program was always off. At first he was friendly enough, but as time went on, he just got really weird. He was always in some sort of emotional turmoil and would vascillate between misanthropic and weirdly open/social. As time went on, he'd tell me/confide in me these weird things when we'd be alone together in a hallway after class or whatever. The main thing I remember, he told me he'd been having a really hard time that year, and then had smoked weed and realized that he had a gay alter ego in himself? Or something? He also wrote this really weird, pointed, sort of angry and also really biting/sarcastic letter about everyone in our program and have a copy to one of us with intentions that we all see it? He also called me randomly one night completely out of the blue and apologized for no reason because he thought he'd been too much ij some conversation, i really had no idea what he was talking about and didnt really care but was just like yeah man it's fine. I wasn't in his class the second year, but I heard he was writing lots of really creepy, fucked up essays from the perspective of a misogynistic stalker basically? Lots of like, oh yeah look at this slut fuck this stupid slut she wants to be fucked she's a whore, type of shit. At the graduation reading he read these short pieces that basically sounded like some Dylan Kliebold Columbine shooter shit. It was fucking creepy, I just remember lines like, these people think they know, but I, I am the master. It's so difficult not to kill everyone around me right now. Or something. He just seemed like a really angry, lost person, I always wished the best for him at first but after awhile I couldn't really fuck with him, he'd just be overly intense and creep me out tbh, he's a pretty dramatic/intense and fairly physically strong guy with what always seemed like a quick temper, and kinda the sort of person who'd act like their temper gave them license to lose control whenever they felt like it. Really hope he doesn't hurt anyone..