I wanted to kill my father since I was eight years old and I'm not proud

I started to destroy the worthless things afterwards after I appropriated the things of others and dismembered them along with other children

Then I felt like a need to suppress living beings and I started killing animals to end up killing people

He seized my strange and terrible homicide and escaped from home

I was living in the mountains with my grandparents until one day I murdered them

I could no longer live on the top of that mountain because the house was at the top, I was afraid that people would leave everything and look up and see what I had done and come for me

I was paranoid at that time and I knew if someone had gone up and looked at me, look, it would have just blown his head off

It gave me such great pleasure that it was difficult for me to control myself

Seated on the bed with his head cut between his hands talking and looking at it, he gazed in such a way that more than once I was about to lose consciousness, and he told me you were crazy

But he added right away is that you are not