After reading Elliot Rodger's autobiography, I think his biggest mistake was surprisingly simple: he never actually talked to a real woman.
Sure, he would pace around, sit in his car, stare at women and fantasize about them but he never actually had the balls to go up to one outside of Maddy, a girl he said "hi" to and his mom.
The reason for this was because of his god-complex. He believed he was so much better than everybody else that he should be gifted hot-blonde women without doing any of the work necessary.
I cried while reading his words harder than I have ever cried before in my life (and I am not a crier). I cried because I could have written those words myself - they were a near perfect description of my own life.
But I will never read his words again because, even if I am still a virgin at 40, I never want to end up doing what he did.
So, starting tomorrow, I am going to make an effort to start speaking to women again. I don't care if I get slapped in the face, I don't care if I get rejected or even spit on - I cannot let myself become like him.