Society turned me into a disease.
Sometimes I feel like I want to do the craziest of things. You know, like killing something or someone just to watch it die. Spit open its stomach and feel the hand warming sensation of ruby red blood as it slowly drains from your victims body.
Sometimes I hear voices and they tell me to do things.
Where darkness stands defiant to the break of day.You spend a lifetime of walking...but where did you go?
I relive the past. I feel the past. I have such vivid, painful memories, flashbacks, if you will. I can almost feel 'their' hands painfully squeezing me. I can even sometimes smell the stench around me.
Contemplating suicide.
You wish you were already dead as you hold the gun up to your head.
I want to take him and string him up by the hind quarters like a deer being hung up and skinned. I want him to be alive as I run the sharp knife blade down his stomach to his nut sack.
I just like to watch sometimes.
More weird shit…I’m hooked on watching violent pornography. I’m not gay but I like watching a man get fucked hard in the ass. I like watching the pain on his face.
Antisocial personality with intermittent psychotic decompensation.
And I am a female... WELCOME TO MSPSYCHOS WORLD...
