Dairy 1 "The Bell"

   I have always wondered, if I’d ever find time between my ever tight schedules to kill myself.

How would i do it?

   Maybe the slow slit on the wrist might be lovely? Monica seem to have loved it,  she seemed to have kept calm, eventually, after screaming for what seemed like hours, or maybe she was dead when she kept quiet, oh well how am i to know? I had to leave, it was happy hour at Mac Donald’s, double size hamburgers and a diet coke, no one misses that, well, i don't, patty works there.

   She has these set of lovely hazel eyes i would love to keep in a jar and her teeth are impeccable, white as snow, her pointy nose like the tip of a shiny arrow.

   My name is Isaac newton, you might wonder what a fine young man in this century bears such name, and I’ll tell you. You see my father Bright Corns met a soothsayer before i was born who said and i was going to be popular and have an impact on peoples life, so my dad being a scientist didn't know any one more popular than his role model Isaac Newton, he didn't even give me his name as a last name, he started training me in the lab as soon as i could walk, it eventually paid off, i mean i built all the equipments in my lair myself.

  I decided to create this diary because most of my works have gone unseen,  i am what everyone calls a serial killer or the NYC C.I.D calls Unique, they say the similarities between my works are that there are none, well what can i say i love to try new things although i beg to differ i am a smart , neat and nice young man, i am not a killer, i might end peoples life or give them a nudge to the other side or even end their worries, that doesn't make me a killer, that is such a harsh word to use on me. I love my work so much and if the police put in the level of dedication I put in my work in theirs maybe they would have found me but they are busy with names and tags

  Her name is Clara, we have been chatting for a while online, she is into extreme BDSM like me, my problem with her is that she is a hoe and with the money she makes from it, she doesn't even take care of her little son well, call me a savior but that is one less mean person in the world, he'll find a better foster family, the thing is i promised to screw her brains out.

  I have to cut this short. She is at the door i think. She is so fine.

  What a lovely 16th birthday present from me to me.

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                                                          XoXo

                                                            I.N