I caught myself staring at my blank monitor again, feeling so tired yet unable to sleep. I can’t remember the last time I felt happy, I shouldn’t be feeling like this, I am good looking, smart and I am talented at everything I do, I have lots of friends but I have no true friends, I don’t know if I have ever had a true friend, I don’t think I have ever loved, I feel as though I am empty. Everyone thinks I am normal and that I am heaps happy, but I’m not. That scene in American Psycho where he kills that dude with the axe and just unleashes all his anger, it made me feel good watching it, I got an adrenaline rush and a feeling of euphoria from it, does that mean I am going to be a serial killer? I imagine ways to kill people and all the possibilities of hiding the body without getting caught; I think I could get away with murder so easily and wouldn’t feel any emotion at all. I miss my Dad, I haven’t seen him in probably ten years I can’t even remember the last time I saw him but I remember it was the last time I felt happy, I think, if I got the balls to look up his number and call him he’d probably want to see me as much as I want to see him but I just cant force myself to do it. I think I felt happy when I was friends with Jamie, I don’t know. If I ever did have a true friend it probably would have been him but I don’t know. I hate my mum, she does so much for me but I still hate her so much, she makes me so angry. I have lots of girls after me that are pretty dam hot but they don’t mean a thing to me, I have never asked a girl out in my life they always ask me I wish the one girl I think I love would love me, Connor, I think she use to like me ages ago when she use to come and sit next to me and talked to me but I must of unintentionally turned her away because I never show my emotions to anyone ever, she is so beautiful, I feel like a stalker because I always stare at her whenever I see her at school and forget about everything else, I think if I was with her I could finally sleep, she is the cure for my insomnia, unhappiness and all my bad thoughts, I don’t care what anyone thinks of me but I care what she thinks of me for some reason, I cant get myself to approach her, the only way that is going to happen is if I am stoned and drunk out of my f**king mind or it’s the end of the world. I always wash my hands, my friends think I have a compulsive disorder, I probably do, I hate my friends. I can’t remember the last time I cried, I’ve wanted to cry but I just can’t.
obey your king. Spamjavelin has spoken.
Hope this helps and remeber cockiness has been many a serial murderers downfall, Happy Hunting!!
One final point if you use a different method evertime you kill the police will find it more difficult to link the crimes, meaning you go undetected for longer.
as for "I feel so unhappy", see a counselor, become a writer or commit yourself to some volunteer work.
Yeah i'm seriously giving someone instructions on how to be a better killer, everyone needs a hobby and it is written in socrates v9 ch7 'If a jobs worth doing its worth doing well' or was thats lesbians? How come you always bringing god into stuff? Come closer and i'll let you in on a secret, if you believe in god, it also follows that you believe that god has angels doing his work, With me so far? By default if you believe in god you also have to believe in the fallen angel Satan, correct? Well i'm kinda the opposite of an angel, just doing the dark lords work *wink*
talk to a professional about your serial killer issue. you dont want to harbor that feeling and let it turn into reality.
my friends dont get me either- i think my best plan right now is just to try to deal with it by myself. try to be more optimistic about things.
call your dad you'll regret it someday if you dont.
ask the girl out. failing is better than never having tried at all.
sorry if this was too long.
If you want something to change, make it change. Call you dad. Talk to the girl. Take control of your life.
I think it's normal. It's called depression. My doctor put me on anti-depressants and now I'm 100% ok. I suggest you get some counselling friend. Depression fucks you up big time. It did me. Sometimes I wonder how the fuck I made it through it. It eats away at your inner being until you're all dead inside. It's fucking uncomprehensible to those who haven't suffered it. Get some help. It might be hard, but you won't regret it. I don't.
But yeah. Life pretty much sucks. Really gets you down sometimes. You'll make it though. Just find something to occupy your mind.