The tale tale heart

The speaker describes their sensitivity to their surroundings and their pride in their intelligence. They talk about an old man with a haunting pale blue eye that tormented them. They felt the need to get rid of the old man for their own good and planned their actions carefully. After it happened, they felt relieved but later started feeling unwell and fearful, hearing the old man's heart pounding. They eventually confessed to their actions, emphasizing that they were not mad but driven by their feelings. They advise that the truth is always better. Good morning. Well, I am a person who is very sensitive to the things that are around me, but I am not madness as many would assume. I am proud of myself for my intelligence and the ability of thinking quickly, so you can see through my story. The old man, he was very kind on the inside, but it was his eyes that would haunt me. That pale blue eye, such as a vulture eye. I felt that I was going to throw my soul haunting me at all times. I swore it wasn't personal. I felt the necessity to do it, to get rid of that for my own good. Yes, it was all about being careful and sneaky. I had to make sure that every move and action was perfect. I treated the old man very nicely before I did what I did, and all while I was planning each step. Every night when he was asleep, I would go to his room very carefully so he didn't wake up. It was very delicate, but I did everything perfectly. Well, right after it happened, I felt very happy and relieved. I was happy he was finally gone without that eye that had me tormented. When the police arrived, I was fine, but moments later, I started not feeling very well. As time passed, a very deep fear came to me. I heard the old man's heart pounding in my ear. Oh, that was very difficult. I tried to stay calm and convince myself that I was in control, but every time the sound got louder and louder and I felt more desperate. I couldn't stop thinking of getting caught. In the end, the pressure was so big I ended up confessing everything. Only that I don't want you to not mistake my actions for madness. I was not insanity. Only that I don't want you to mistake my actions with madness. I was not insanity. It was not insanity who made me do that, but it was how it made me feel. I am not crazy, just someone who felt the necessity to do something extreme because of a thing I couldn't do anything else about. You're welcome. Just remember, the truth is always better.