It was you who broke me. Broke my heart, my soul and my mind. I do not think, I do not feel, I do everything without my conscious. I kill to feel. I kill to remember that feeling of loneliness, the feeling of betrayal and that feeling of love. I love that first cut. The first drop of blood on the clean white floor, the first sound of my hostage begging to be freed. I love the feeling of the very first slice of the skin on my knife. These feelings, these lusts are my only vice, my only escape from reality.
