RANTING WHAT’S BEEN ON MY MIND:
I want to kill someone. What a bold statement to make for the first sentence. But wait! Put down your phone! Just let me finish before someone calls 911 on this “psychopath”. I don’t really want to kill anyone in particular, I have no hate towards anyone. But, I just want to kill SOMEONE. I’ve had many thoughts about it, and for some twisted reason, the thoughts won’t stop coming. I, don’t necessarily WANT to see the life drained from the person as their body temperature starts decreasing more and more… I think it would be a little… interesting. If you will. (Not anyone I loved, though. But I have thought about it.) I “want” to tie someone up and watch them beg for their lives as I slowly drive them more and more to insanity. But, I also think it’s unfair that my actions lead to someone now being dead. I have too much empathy, and I’m too much of a chicken to ever kill someone though. And I would have so much regret after doing it. And prison? Don’t get me wrong, orange is my favorite color. But being in it all the time? No thanks.

I’ve also thought about being someone’s… slave? To get kicked, and called an object. I absolutely despise the idea of such a thing to happen to anyone without the person’s consent. And I don’t know how I’d feel about it once I’m in the moment. Because I don’t have a very high pain tolerance. But I’ll try anything once. To wear a collar and do embarrassing things for my master? I dunno, I think it’d be an interesting experience.

I have a phobia (I think it’s) called podophobia. I have a fear of feet. It’s very pathetic. But, you may be wondering, “But what about your own feet?” Well, if I stare at my feet for too long, I’ll get very tense and my breathing will increase. I know, what a dumb thing to be afraid of. When I see other people’s feet. I breakdown. I just can’t handle being around feet. Do shoes bother me? No. It’s just bare feet. And it’s the worst. I get really nervous when people take their shoes off and it’s just their feet. I know they won’t hurt me, but something about feet is just disgusting. (I’m going to stop typing about this subject because it’s making me anxious.)

I’m not a weeb. But people call me a weeb because I watch anime. I’m not obsessed with it. I just happen to watch it. “iS a HuMmInGbIrD YoUr FaVoRiTE aNiMaL beCaUsE YOu WatCH a dOcUmEntArY oN iT, SaMAnThA?/?”

I procrastinate, and lazy. I’ve always been this way. I just can’t seem to get much done. Oh well.

I have a really big ego. And a big forehead. (A five-head) I call myself brunette jojo siwa. No one finds it funny. But I’ll say it until it is funny. No matter how annoyed people get with me.

When I get older, I want to become religious. I dunno why I’d say that, it’s just been on my mind a lot.

I’m very tired so I’m going to take a nap. I think this has been a long enough confession, and I doubt anyone will read the whole thing. Oh well.

Sincerely, ~Someone who’s surprised you read this far