Not Insane

I really didn’t have a choice. He had to die. He needed to. The alternative would simply be irritating. Why did I do it? Because he irritated me and so he had to go. You might say I’m insane, but that‘s not true. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting different results. I didn’t do that. I killed one person, one time, and I was expecting him to die, which is exactly what happened. So I am certainly not insane. I didn’t mean to harm him really, but once again, I didn’t have a choice.