Posted October 03, 2018 04:53:20The story of how I became a serial killer and how I learned to love it all began in my teens.
My parents, my grandparents, my brother and sister all taught me to love life.
They taught me the importance of taking care of yourself, of loving who you are, and how to get along with everyone.
I grew up in a very supportive environment, my family’s kindness, compassion, and love was the reason I lived my life to the fullest.
I was also very fortunate to have a loving, caring, and supportive family who always gave me their full attention.
I never had a problem living in the moment and it was because of their love and support that I was able to survive the horrors of a life of crime.
The day I turned 18 I began my new life.
I went to college, took my SATs, and was accepted into a few prestigious schools.
I worked for a few years in a fast food restaurant, worked at a small local business, and worked in a construction company.
I was an extremely happy person and a person who was a true “good kid” in high school.
I loved playing sports and going to concerts, but most of all I loved being with my best friend and her husband, and enjoying a little time with my family.
After graduating high school I got a job at a convenience store in the small town of Fairfield, Ohio.
I had been living in a house with my boyfriend at the time, but he was moving back to Florida and I was working at the convenience store.
It was my first time living in Ohio.
I started working there in July of 2001.
I did a few jobs in the store, but mostly I was just a regular guy.
We made $9.85 an hour, and the manager, Mark, gave me all the money he earned by working at a grocery store.
I had a wonderful family, a loving husband and three beautiful kids.
The last few years I lived with my parents in the apartment I shared with my sister and brother-in-law, and we did a lot of housework.
But, the last year of my life, the worst happened.
My girlfriend, Michelle, was pregnant with my son.
I didn’t want to leave her and her family.
I felt like I had to keep Michelle safe, but I didn:I decided to get out of the house and go meet Mark at a friend’s house.
Mark was driving, and Michelle and I were sitting in the backseat.
Michelle asked me what I was doing and I told her I was going to meet Mark.
I told Michelle and Mark I was staying with Mark because I was so sick.
She was devastated.
She wanted to come with me, but it was too late.
Michelle’s heart started pounding and I started sobbing.
I said, “I’m sorry, I love you and I’m so sorry.”
She went back into the car and called my boyfriend, Mike, who was the driver.
I couldn’t hear the words, but Mark and Mike looked at me in disbelief and said, We can’t leave you.
We’re going to stay here.
We can see you and help you through this.
And, I said yes.
We went inside the house, where Mark and Michelle were waiting.
They said, Don’t go inside the door, it’s locked.
I told them I didn�t want to be alone, but they had to take me.
I don’t remember what I said to them, but that�s when Mark and I hugged each other.
We sat on the front porch, which is where I could hear the noise.
I remember seeing my mom in the kitchen and seeing Mark and my sister, and I remember thinking, I�m gonna make it work, I can get you.
I kept saying, No, no, no.
I�ll do anything, you�re my sister.
And I said I�re just a kid, I’m just going to go in the door and get them.
Michelle said, You know what?
We can�t stay in here, because you know Mark and Mark have a gun, they have a knife, and they have to leave.
I just remember being so scared, thinking, My baby�s not going to make it, my baby�d never make it.
I saw them both and said to Michelle, I have to go.
I have no choice.
And she said, Let me go. She didn�tt have a choice, because I had a gun and I had my own life to live.
I left Mark and his brother-and-sister-in, Anthony, behind.
Michelle and Mike were at the grocery store and Mark and Anthony were at home in the house.
The next day, my mother called me, and said that my sister was pregnant and