I have a garden full of toads. They always step on my freshly cut grass which triggers me and I take offense to because we sociopaths are territorial and dominant and I find this challenges my dominance. So I grab a knife and start murderously chasing the toad, I raise it and stab it without any empathy or guilt because I scored 10/10 on some tumblr ASPD quiz and called an anorexic girl fat online for fun so I know I'm a genuine sociopath.
I watch it wiggle and writhe in pain to death as I put on my Joker grin and let out a villain laugh into the night. I slowly dissect it due to my psychopath curiosity (which also made me peek on my sister change and put a sharpie up my dog's pooper to see it's reaction) and analyze it's insides.
Right when I'm doing this I hear my mom call me into the house. She asks me to take out the trash, which I grin to and let out a "NO". She storms off crying to dad about what an immature jobless son they have, little she knows i only can't hold a job because we ASPDs can't stand authority and it's because I need to practice my manipulation skills on Discord all day, plus I can't hold myself from punching up single moms that come to the McDonald with their annoying fucking kids. /le sigh
I open my laptop and click on my username "Tryptamine", feeling a self esteem boost on the sight that I still have my "ASPD" "SC OG" and "Mod" tags on. I open the DMs with the fat depressed chick I'm currently manipulating into ageplay and diaper sex RP. I'm such a player. Then I threaten some faggot who's making fun of me with a ban, he learns his place, I'm alpha. still in control.
I get drunk enough to ease up my social anxiety and call some chicks up to entertain them because being a dancing monkey is what gets the girls. I make some depressed 6/10 looking thots laugh and pretend to be interested in their ugly faces and vapid two dimensional personalities until they send me some money for food and drink because being able to provide for yourself is for NT losers. Fucking mogs.
I throw my legs on the desk and take a sip of my bottle.Dad is yelling about his aftershave missing again and how I don't bring a penny to this house at the age of 30 and how I'm such a disappointment. I laugh at his capitalist slave blue pill mentality.
Life is good.
