All the things I've done, all the pain I've caused, all the atrocities I've committed seem like jokes compared to what I'm about to do

I didn't want to resort to manipulation, but I recognize that I can't have you if I'm 100% mentally well

Of course she can't be with anyone but me, in my mind we're married and that's enough.

I grew up without knowing what normal, ordinary, or calm love was. I was made of obsession, obligation, fear, anger, and resentment. It's in my gut, my cells, and my spirit. I was made for this like a pig raised for slaughter. Nothing can save us from it.

I'd rather see you hanging from a tree, a rope around your neck, than see you with someone else. I can't bear a life where you're not completely mine.

I find it repulsive how you manage to look good when you're away from me.

I was so stupid. I shouldn't have shot him so close to you. His blood on your shirt is really bothering me.

The scent of your skin is so sweet. Your skin is so soft. None of that changes, even though I'm chained in my basement, full of mud and dust.

You are so naive, you are so weak. I can cure that in you. I can make you strong, smart, better. I just need to remove them from your life, those insignificant stains you call friends. They add nothing to you, in fact they take away your precious shine. There is only one person who can make you better. Me. And I, am the only thing you need.

I would never hurt you physically. But, I would destroy you emotionally and psychologically.

You make my heart beat so fast. passion, anger, jealousy, hurt, memories. You're a fucking heart attack.

I want to rip out my heart and feed it to you. I want to open up my body and let you come in and live inside my guts. I want to swallow you whole. I want to cling to you, I want to sew myself to you. I want to become one with you.

I'm jealous of the wind that touches your skin. I'm jealous of the water that touches you when you take a bath, the water that runs down your throat when you're thirsty. I'm jealous of the fabrics that cover you. I'm jealous of the sound that enters your ears, of the ground you step on, everything, o everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything. Why doesn't everything have to be mine? Why isn't it my blood that you drink? Why isn't it my skin that covers your body? Why? Why?