At times I scare myself. At times I embrace the deadly thoughts that fill my head. I look up to Jeff the killer. He's like my role model or idol. My friends think I'm insane when I say Jeff is real. They laugh at me and tell me I'm stupid. I know he's real. I know he's alive. And one day ill prove it to them. I told my bf about my evil thoughts. He liked them. I told him my life is perfect. But it's missing one thing. Jeff. I want to be friends with him. And do evilly fun things. If my friends reads this they'll laugh at me. Jeff I know your out there. I help you. If you help me.