Here it is one more time...I told you I did it...I did it and I'm going to die for it...am I morose about it??? It happened, I did it why should I be. I have moved on in my own mind and now I am preparing for the consequence. I know what I was doing. There was no bit of insanity to it. I held that buck in my hand. I wielded it down on hers skull. I had never thought something so dense could be penetrated so easily. All I could do to keep from laughing at the irony of it was to thrust again and again. I know I should have cut off her fingers and severed the head. Probably drive out into the desert to bury her where no one would find her. But it was just me. I had no one else there to help me with the body or the clean-up of such. Fuck, all I had with this damn over night bag and my buck. I knew I was screwed. I knew I should have planned this better. I knew that of all things I should have waited for an oppertune moment insted of just sucumbing to the urges of of my feelings. Fuck it she was wasted space,she was......
