Dear Diary,
Damnit Dammit Damnit, they heard the screams and of course now they're investigating down the street. No one told me the stress of murdering someone would drag me down like this, that it might haunt me, forever. At first, I was satisfied with my work, then it dawned on me, I don't want to got to jail. Then the painc attacks started, slowly easing their way into my mind then barreling throughout my veins making sure to blow by every part of my body, inside and out. This is not what I thought would happen to me, what would happen to us, but he's the one who ended it. His last words still echoing through my mind, taughnting me endlessly, I remember it clearly, 'I knew it, I knew you were insane' I am not insane, just guilty, guilty of sooo many things, but that's a story for another time.
-Him
