I think I’m a serial killer in the making and I don’t know how to feel about it. For months i would record myself killing alleyway pigeons in the really early AM, from hatchlings to pregnant adults. I would get pleasure out of it and I don’t know why. I’ve stopped for a good two months or so but i still torture significantly larger insects and still want to hurt birds. It’s always been birds I don’t know why but it has been since I was a kid. I just need ro get this off my back before i start repressing and never get it out. Anybody’s open to call me a monster or a coward. call me whatever because I know I am, but some part of me wants to change