I want to kill. I want to slash throats and tear out intestines. The idea of torturing people until they beg me to end their lives is always lingering on my mind. I don’t go by a day without imagining such things.
I’ve never done it though. I don’t kill… not because it’s immoral. I don’t because I don’t want to get caught. That’s my only reason.
If I ever mention these things, people think I’m making some morbid joke. I wonder if they’d think it’s a joke if I sliced them open with a chainsaw.
I refuse to go to therapy about this. They’d lock me up. And being in cages all my life is part of what makes me want to kill.