The second was more or less of a killing spree. It started out small, with minor decapitations and amputations...if you can call that small. But not of me, of other people and I couldn’t figure out who was doing it. And then all of a sudden I started killing. I don’t know why. Killing for fear of being killed. I was so afraid so I started slicing people right in half (not that that is easily done) with a machete right down the centre. People I care about...and I still have the images. Every time I did it I became hysterical, but I couldn’t stop. It was me the entire time.

I wish I could get the images out of my head....so vivid, so real.