First off I would like to say I had no intention of this. It was purely on accident. It's amazing what the powers of influence between yourself and other people can do to your moral psyche. After you read this you may call me immoral. You may call me a heretic, a sick twisted individual, or maybe even an abomination. I can say from personal experience that I am all of these things. But the truth is despite all these informal tags, there is one thing I truly am. I am a killer. More specifically I am a serial killer. But please don't call me that. I don't like being labeled. I consider myself to be no more than all the other people who have a serious addiction. I use this as no way to justify my condition however. As much as I am neat and savory, I can also be reckless. If you're looking for a Dexter-like psychopath with very good moral standards on killing and a high level of social connections you wont find it here. I am a sociopath but a well adapted sociopath. I am a quiet, reserved, slightly introverted individual who takes precautions in not getting caught but not too many to remain invisible. You are probably thinking why do I do this. Why do I kill? Do I enjoy it? The answer is first because I love to and the second is obviously a yes. I love to kill. Purely because of the thrill. There's a feeling of power I get after every one that makes me feel like I am above everyone. And it's not because I was treated bad as a child. Really, my parents were always good to me. It's more the need for perfection. I must be the best at what I do. But then she changed all of that. I honestly never knew that another human could change the way I was until that moment. My name is Jake Carpenter, and this is my story.
