February 18, 2003
Why do they keep me locked up in this small room, have I been bad? Doctors keep looking at me, poking me with their doctor stuff. I don’t get it. Mommy said I was a good boy, but why am I being punished? They give me stuff to play with, but only when someone is watching me
cut the fucking bitch up. That little whore was sleeping all over town and got what she deserved! And they locked me up for cleaning up the streets; what a way to thank a guy. Whores deserve to die; all they’re good for is sleeping around, and who wants to sleep with a whore? God knows what kind of diseases they said that I was going to get a nice big dinner if I was good. I’m being good, honestly I am! Why do they punish me when I don’t do nothing?
Mommy told me it is for her own fucking good! I mean, come on! How would you rather die? A slow, painful death caused by some deteriorating disease or a quick and painful death caused by the edge of my knife. Oh, I can still see her stomach splitting open, her organs hitting the ground. Ah, the smell of her blood, it was such a sweet puppy. That’s all I want; a sweet little puppy to play with; but mommy said I have to stay in this room all by myself unless people are allowed in. But even then she said no puppy.
Mommy says that I should sleep now. Good fucking-night!
February 24, 2003
The doctor came in today and gave me a lollipop! A lollipop! I felt so fucking ripped off! A lollipop? Jesus Christ! Give me a god damn hamburger, rare, with lettuce, tomato, and a nice side order of French fries. That’s what’s missing from my life; a god damn decent meal! I’ve been eating this shit that they keep force feeding me. One day I’m just going to throw it all up on the doctor; that would be fucking hilarious!
I feel like I’m in prison; always being watched, eating crappy food. Shit, this is worse than prison. At least in prison you get recreation! What I wouldn’t give for a game of Hungry Hungry Hippos. Mommy promised that she would play it with me, but mommy didn’t show up yet. It’s getting late. The doctors only let me write at night, during the day they just poke me with stuff. Today, one doctor gave me a needle. I didn’t like it. It felt so god damn good to finally feel some pain! I’ve been stuck in this nut house for so long I almost forgot what it was like to get hurt. All the walls, god damnit the walls, they’re all coated in some rubber shit that bounces me around like a god damn ping pong ball. They think this is the answer to my insanity? Fucking hell! Maybe they should look at my childhood; the childhood I never had! My father, what a douche bag he was, he got what was coming to him too! He never let me play; it was always work, work, work. I felt like a god damn slave! Ha, his blood tasted sour; mine doesn’t. My blood is sweet like candy. Yeah, I’d like candy right now. M & M’s. They were my favorite! Maybe I’ll ask mom for a bag of M & M’s tomorrow. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.
Its bed time again? Why the fuck do I have a bed time? I never fucking slept at home, so why should I sleep here? Gah! Those damned physicians! If I don’t sleep they shove a needle into my arm… but the pain, oh yes the pain!
March 4, 2003
Mommy said I’ve been acting strangely more often. I don’t know what she is talking about. I feel fine. Even the doctors say that I’m improving a bit! I hope that means that I’ll get out of here soon. Boy I miss my home. I miss being with Mommy and sissy the most! It’s too bad what happened to daddy, that bad man killed him! I heard mommy say something about the man being found, but I don’t know who it is.
I love my Mommy. I love my mommy so much that I’m going to fucking rape her when I get out of here. That old bitch put me here! She watched me kill dad; she watched the knife slide into his throat, but she didn’t stop me. No, she wanted it to happen; and look here; I’m the one that’s thrown in the fucking nut house! That woman lived with my father for fifty years and did not have the fucking balls to kill him herself, so I did it for her! And she has the nerve to turn me in!
March 7, 2003
This kid! God damnit I can’t get rid of him! I can’t believe I’m going to be home soon! The doctors say fuck! I want the fucking kid gone! I can’t wait to get home and play with ALL of my toys again! I miss my knife. If only I had my knife!
March 10, 2003
The doctors think I’m improving, what a crock of shit. Good thing they can’t read what I write. Thank god for privacy laws! I’ve been planning what I’m going to do once I leave this place. I could continue where I left off, killing every whore I come across… though that is how I ended up here. That fucking bitch. My Mommy I love you! I’m going to kill her! After I killed my father she whored herself up. Sex was all she wanted; and with my father out of the way, she could get as much of it as she wanted. That’s why I killed that slut; the slut that told my mother of the joys of being a whore. The slut was first; my Mommy I miss you is fucking next!
3/25/2003 2:12:14 PM
I got rid of the kid! It was easier than I thought; and they say you can’t choke on your tongue. They took my notebook, but this clipboard will work, that is until I find my book. This new guy, though not as annoying as that fucking ignorant pussy, is going to have to be patient suffered from mild multiple personality disorder. After the treatment seemed to have been working, the patient died. Cause of death is murdered. Once I’m out into the real world, I can kill this fuck and hop into any body I see fit… and when they die, I’ll have so many hosts to go to.
I told the warden I’d be back. Right when the injection started… I told him I’d return far worse than I was.
