I'm a very beautiful person.

A very beautiful person, with a very beautiful personality, who puts an end to very, non-beautiful, people.

A vigilante, as I call myself.

Well, the police believe otherwise.

I mean, jeez, you kill your own innocent family once and suddenly you're the bad guy. Way to group me together with those pedophiles and domestic abusers. Really, I'm a nice person! Just because I stop the bad guys in my own way (that is very stress relieving, mind you) does not mean I should have my brains fried up! It's very extreme, and a little mean.

So! That's why I've decided to start my own cute little journal! I've figured, "People really need to see the real me, not the hard bloody thirsty exterior Fox News has made me out to be!" (Are people still buying crap from that racist cast?)

A grin is plastered to my face as I silently tap away on my keyboard, sitting gleefully at my messy computer desk. Crushed beer cans, old photographs of past bad guys I've followed, and other miscellaneous trash is sprawled all over my apartment bedroom. Maybe I should clean up sometime, but not now, not while I still have so much to tell you guys!

I'm sure you're all familiar with my oh-so-tragic backstory. Bullies, fire, family, murder, blahblahblah. What the media never tells you (And trust me I've tried to change their minds with very strongly worded letters, but they just don't listen!) is how after I'd thrown my little tantrum against my family and managed to escape custody, I had a lot to think over. I thought long and hard about all the sick freaks and bullies out there like Randy. 

Fuck Randy- that annoying little rat faced cunt 

Character development (blahblahblah) I decided it was my time to shine! To put my amazing mind to work! I would just simply, kill all of the bad guys. 

Rapists, murders, pedophiles, abusers, and other little Randy's tottering out around those rich-white-boy suburban neighborhoods. 

I thought I could possibly redeem my small overreaction after receiving my gift of a face and overcome some suppressed feelings. I'm still working on that, talking to a therapist on the side, so far I haven't made much progress but of course these things take time. 

Despite helping out this friendly community I'm still not accepted. 

It's fine, I suppose, after I begin to publish my journals I'm sure my good deeds will soon be acknowledged. I am the only one actually helping polish the streets up, after all. And who hasn't fantasized about slowly sawing off a rapists penis? I'm the only good thing this country has seen in a long time. The only good-looking one, too. 

I believe that concludes my introduction, and It's getting pretty late. A handsome man like me needs his energy (and beauty sleep) for what the next bright day has to offer! 

-Jeff the Killer, May 9th