(#5 6/20/2012)
When I began to write about my murders, I didn’t think anyone would follow me. Especially not so soon! But there are a few of you interested in me and I want to tell you what killing does to me.
When I am stabbing someone, I feel clean, whole, and alive. As though my entire existence were made for this moment. It’s messy and it takes a long time to clean up, but it’s worth it.
It just feels right to have my hand covered in blood, holding a knife.
Murder My Tears 
I love the character you’ve created! She’s the kind of person who’s too creepy for words, but you can totally tell she’s being sincere.
She is being sincere. Because this is real!
This just keeps creeping me out more and more. I almost believe that you’re serious.
Very. Very. Sincere.
You keep talking about getting rid of the bodies, but you’re not really that specific about where the bodies are going or what you’re even really doing with them.
This is actually a good question. I’ll be sure to answer it.
Great psychology here. “Will I still be soiled / when the dirt is off?” — Echo & The Bunnymen