I am an organized man, but I am also a brooding and lonely man.
I love humanity, and I hate humanity.
I am normal, and yet I am not normal.
I can fit in, and yet I cannot fit in.
There are two people living with in me – a product of a disrupted childhood.
Today I am depressed, very depressed.
I wanted great things for my life, fabulous things.
Time is running out for me.
The years are flying away.
I’ve struggled for peace and serenity.
I see others with money and love. I have only my work.
Had I not two people coexisting inside me I might have killed myself.
Oh, it’s easy to get out of a bad mood.
I just count my blessings.
I begin with the simple things – the easy chores of the day.
If I awaken in the morning without falling, that’s one positive.
If I brush my teeth and do a good job, that’s two positives.
If I make myself breakfast, that’s three positives.
It works every time.
I forget about my solitude. My spirit freshens.
I’m ready for a new day at the office.
A killer needs his spirit right.
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This is a work of fiction based upon real events.
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