So here's the gist of things, I feel like I'm going insane. I can't describe what I feel at all, but for the past couple weeks it's been really strong inside of me. I've always felt different though, for a long time I haven't felt like I fit in with other people as well as I should and it's never really bugged me, but it's felt strange to me. I've been able to read people like books for the longest time, I don't ever remember a time when I couldn't look at someone and know what they were like unless my judgment was clouded by emotions like love or lust. That's really not the point though, the point is that I've always felt superior.
I've always felt that my potential was extraordinary, that I was better than the people around me, and it never really occurred to me until recently. I have anarchistic views, social darwinistic views, I am all for the purification and genocide of the human race. I'm trying to fit so many words into such a confusing emotion, and truly I'm not sure if anything I'm saying can really make much sense to any of you either; so let me try and lay out the basis real quick in this next paragraph.
I have these urges to kill people. Not just a simple "Haha, I'll kill you", but a real, serious emotion, an urge to kill humans and watch them scream and beg, I have these urges to watch them bleed. Multiple times I've wanted to cut myself just to see the blood, I've held blades to myself a couple times but I've never cut myself. Perhaps I don't have the guts to injure myself, but when it comes to other people I can hardly contain the excitement I get from picturing me ending their life. I walk down the halls at school, looking at people who are my acquaintances, my enemies, I even picture killing these innocent people I don't even know. This slut walked by me a few months ago while I was alone in the halls, just going back to class from the bathroom, when I could swear I felt a part of me rip out and play the scenario of me smashing her pretty little skull against the stone pillars right in the commons. I calmly just walked by her as I imagined and smiled in my head at the thought.
Even my friends, they don't take me seriously, but I've told them I would kill each and every one of them for a price. I rank my friends by a number, the higher their number, the more someone would have to pay me to kill them. My friends girlfriend even, my best friends girlfriend, she is ranked the lowest on my list and I've pictured killing her multiple times. Slowly, quickly, I've even told her and other people what I would do to them and nobody takes me seriously. I guess I don't try to come off serious when I'm talking about it, because I don't want to go to a psych ward.
It's just that thrill of blood that makes me happy, that beautiful rush. I've always laughed almost uncontrollably when I've been hurt. A few of my friends said I creep them out when it happens, but I can't help it. It's not that I enjoy it, but I can't help but laugh through the pain and watch myself bleed. The euphoria that seeing myself injured brings is almost enough to cure the pain I go through in itself, though it still remains quite unpleasant. I kind of frighten myself to be honest, my blood feels somewhat icy as I type this up and realize that I might not be as normal as I'd thought. I'm a little shaky, my body won't cease to quake at the excitement of what I might become.
This is in no way meant to be taken as a joke, I mean all of this completely and much more. I want to kill people, I have urges, I would enjoy doing it, I would not regret it. The only thing that stops me is the fact that I'm so young and I don't have the training required to kill efficiently, I could kill one or two people before I get caught; but then I'd never be able to do it again. I don't want that. If I kill someone I want to be able to do it again and again, which is why I don't kill anyone regardless of how strong the urges are, because I won't be able to kill people if I get caught.
I see myself as a purifier I suppose, an ignorant purifier. I throw out morals and religion and politics, they're not needed in my mind as I take the life of someone who is unworthy. But tell me people, am I truly a sociopath, am I insane, or do we all feel this? Am I different? This emotion is more than confusing to me, and I've never understood it or even been able to identify it until now. Sure, I don't really care how many people tell me it's nothing or ask me why I'm even posting this on the NG BBS, but maybe I need help? I don't not want to kill people, but I need advice. I want to identify what I'm feeling, I want to know what's going on inside my head, and perhaps some people here know and can tell me a few things that would be helpful.
So what are your views? What do you see me as, am I different and are my views wrong? Even though I'm being serious, I expect the massive idiots on this forum to cloud in here not too long after I post this saying "omg wall of text tl;dr" or "Die faggot" or "FAB SUX" or "ur psyko, git sum hlp".
Whatever, just tell me what the fuck is wrong with me. What is your diagnosis, Newgrounds?