I think I will probably end up becoming a serial killer some day. The first time I realized I don’t feel emotions the way others do is when my psychologist told me my grandfather died. I was in juvie, my psychologist pulled me from the line walking to the school hall. He took me back to the living unit and sat me down before telling me. My only real thought was to wonder why I had to walk all the way back to the unit. Why didn’t just tell me in line?.

My counselors kept bring it up, asking me if I needed to talk about it. I did get why they kept doing that my grandfather wasn’t the first relative to die and I had never been bothered by any of the others either.

As a teen I couldn’t help but stir up chaos whenever boredom set in. While at the state hospital I would start riots using the other patients mental health issues to get them drawn into the frenzy. Sometimes I would trick Patients into doing things that was dangerous or that would get them restrained.

I started a lot of fights and attempted to strangle 5 different people. Things have been calm for a while now but I have started fantasizing about killing people. It is obsessive thinking about how to obtain a person. I plot out how to get them hide them and kill them. I watch people on the street thinking about how I could over power them. Most of my fantasy surround suffocation or strangulation though I do sometimes imagine slowly cutting and torturing people to.