Nov 01, 2005 03:08
I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
You're a fucking ugly bitch. I want to stab you to death, and then play around with your blood.
I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?
I need to engage in homicidal behaviour on a massive scale. It can not be corrected but I have no other way to fulfill my needs.
My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others.
I guess you could say I just want to have a meaningful relationship with someone special. (with a nail gun to the back of her head)
I don't want to get you drunk, but, ah, that's a very fine Chardonnay you're not drinking.
This confession has meant nothing. (none of them ever do)
I have to return some videotapes.