Jun 13, 2010 20:40
I thoroughly believe that everyone has a little bit of me in them. Most people just don't like to think about it. I'm happy to think about it. I'm happy to be proud of it. That's what they call 'insane' in some circles.
I'm not insane. I just don't care about people. Except while I'm killing them.
Every time I talk to someone, I'm thinking about what it would be like to kill them. How they would look in nice, little, bloodless cutlets. It makes it easier to smile. We all have our hobbies. Mine is killing people.
I don't think even the people I kill realize how their eyes look when they see me holding a knife. They look scared, of course. And then they look dead. But they also look...jealous. Everyone longs for this feeling of power. We'd all like to kill each other if we had the chance.
It's just that people spend so much time telling each other they shouldn't.
I must have missed that lesson. That doesn't make me sick. It just makes me real. I know who I am, and I embrace it. Isn't that what those self-help books tell you to do?
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