s.s.s.

“If I am out of my mind, it’s all right with me. For why should I change who I am? For friends? For family? No. Besides, being out of one’s mind is much more exhilerating than being captured inside of the mind. Who, in their right mind, would find enjoyment in life like i do? It is not possible. I am positive that anyone who is in their right mind would feel petty emotions like guilt or sympathy. What is the use of these? They hold us back from enjoying the things we truly like. Do I feel a menial emotion like guilt after strapping someone up in my basement? Torturing them and watching as the sweet red blood excretes from their skin? Of course not. Being out of my mind allows me to fully live life, without mental blocks. Why, just today i had a middle aged man tied to the cot in the cellar. I took a pair of scissors and ran the silver blade lengthwise down his torso. Oh my, it was a joyous sight. Blood pouring down either side of his twitching body, dripping from his arms to the cold cement floor. And the screams he let out. True fear, a real scream of absolute terror. It was music to the ears. And did I feel bad? Like some normal person would have? No. I felt ecstatic. So why, I ask. Why should I change who i am? Being out of my mind is perfectly all right with me.”