Me and my boyfriend met in the mental hospital in December of 2023. On March 30th 2024 I was laying in bed, my room bright and the air filled the scent of decay and blood, I lay in silence, mindlessly devouring whipped cream as I gaze upon the TV; a random video on YouTube playing, capturing my attention and entertaining me. As I sit here, rotting slowly I hear the familiar sound of my phone ringing, I put my whipped cream down and pause the TV, I answer the call and put the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I say with confusion lacing my words. "Hello, it's [REDACTED]." The person on the other end says, her voice is joyful. As I hear this name a sense of intense happiness fills me. We continue to talk and I get back into contact with a few of my friends. I obsess over [REDACTED] for a few days before she blocks me. Stating that I frighten her with my homicidal tendencies and obsessive behavior. As time passes I begin to talk to [LOVER] more and more. Rage consumes me as I hear of his scumbag boyfriend, a psychopathic, queerbating fraud. A plan unfolds to kill the competition: become friends with Harley, close enough to get invited to his house and gain his trust. When at the house I brutally slaughter him in his sleep with a knife from the kitchen. The next step is to kill off his family, who he still lives with. This can be easily achieved by simply setting the house ablaze.
Unfortunately the plan is poorly thought out wasn't needed as Harley broke up with [LOVER]. I quickly made my move, getting with him the day after. [LOVER] had been talking to me more and more, he had expressed his desire to be with me several times before and begun to speak less and less to Harley in the time they were dating.
As time passed and obsession began to form and grow, I wanted and still want nothing more than to forever be with [LOVER], he is the perfect man and I want him forever. He's mine till the end of time, I love him so much.
This is a true story btw, all of this happened. Most names are blocked out and I got tired of writing. Except Harley's name. He's a little bitch and I'm gonna bash his head in.
If your wondering about my mental health and how it affects this here you go: ASPD (Sociopath), Bipolar I with psychosis, PTSD, Autism, ADHD.
I have lived a horrible and traumatic life.
Anyways bye bye, I'm gonna go to sleep.