I'm writing this to you right now because I hope you can find and spot the warning signs of another one like me. I always knew something was wrong with me, but I could never quite pinpoint it until I met Laurent Agnelli. I've always been interested in horror novels, but I never thought my life would become one. I definitely never thought I'd become the killer. When I look back on it all, the signs are probably clear. I could never love properly. I lost my family at a very impressionable time in my life, so I became quite detached.
I'm only attracted to men who look a lot like me. I've always fantasized about being able to spend the perfect night with a boy just like me. I've fantasized about snuffing that boy out of existence because I want to be the best. I always found that the ones I saw were far more perfect than I. I thought that maybe if I got rid of them I'd be able to be the best. I don't know, it's all hazy now.
I'm writing this with a Beretta M9 pistol laying on my desk. Ironically, it's from Italy. The morning light is reflecting off of its barrel. I plan to use it on myself later after I watch the newest episode of Game of Thrones and have a beer. I should also note that Laurent's body is at my feet. No one has come looking for him yet. I don't regret what I've done. It'll all be clear when I reveal my reasoning in the following pages.
