[ WP ] First sentence : `` It is not easy to cut through a human head with a hacksaw . ''

It is not easy to cut through a human head with a hacksaw. Isaac was a beautiful human being, even covered in the crimson life juice that dripped from his slit throat he was my angel. A perfect being that I was blessed with. The doctors tell me that I ’ m “ idealizing ” him and that I ’ m having “ delusions of grandeur ”. I tell them that they don ’ t understand and that they ’ ll never know what an angel he was to me. They remind me that I ’ m right and that ’ s why I ’ m here. They ’ ll never know because I murdered him. This is my life. 
 
 The docs say it ’ s some kind of obsessive personality disorder or some shit like that. I don ’ t know. That ’ s not how I see it, but the description fits. I invest my feelings in people and/or things and quickly become infatuated with them. If it ’ s a person and they so much as miss my call, I instantly want to see them dead. And not in a “ I hate my math teacher, I hope she dies ” kind of way. No, it ’ s more of a “ he didn ’ t reply to my text from ten minutes ago, I need to chop him up with a machete ” kind of way. I guess that ’ s why I ’ m in Juniper Hill State Hospital: Adult Psychiatric Ward. 

