No, and that's irrelevant.
"I've longed to so see someone else's blood pour from there body, not just my own anymore."
So you cut yourself, okay we're off to a great start.
"I imagine these fantasies stem from my hatred of all people in our society."
Keep calm and tip your fedora man.
"I'm aware there are consequences after you murder someone, if your caught of course. But the satisfaction of taking someone else's life is worth any consequence that follows."
You'd take a temporary pleasure for 20 years of confined existence and ass rapes?
"There's no specific reason for my hatred, but you could say I'm an extremely jealous individual. And everyday my hatred for my society grows more and more."
I mean this all reads out to you wanting to be in with society and not the bitch boy reject that they treat you like. Learn to deal with it.
"The fact of the matter is, I enjoy my hatred, I embrace it, it's what drives me, allows me to feel whole and alive."
Yes, flip your emo hair and embrace the darkness.
"I must start small. I will start with animals. Dissect them, cut out there brains and there hearts. Maybe place them in each others positions. As I grow accustom to the satisfactory feeling of severing limbs and dissecting my choice in animals, then I will move to larger ones. Eventually, it will be time to kill my first human."
No number of cats or crickets you kill will give you any necessary skills useful to kill a person lol
As I said earlier, I embrace my hatred. I embrace the emptiness and loneliness as well. It's less of a defensive mechanism and more of an offensive mechanism.
But embracing a obviously negative emotion is a method to cope with it, the delusion that you're somehow manipulating these to your advantage is proof enough you're using "embracing" them as a defense mechanism. You're like those ugly black chicks that get told they look hideous and then tell themselves "black is beautiful" or fat bitches that take pride in being fat lol
by ShogoMakishimaRecently, I've had beautiful fantasies. They consist of various and different ways of murdering people. Both real and imagined people, close and distant. My weapon of choice is always something with a blade. It does not matter if it is with a knife or an axe. Just anything with a blade strong enough to cut through human flesh and pierce through bone.
I'm aware there are consequences after you murder someone, if your caught of course. But the satisfaction of taking someone else's life is worth any consequence that follows. The pleasure gained from killing another human being is unimaginable to me. My urges grow stronger. I've longed to so see someone else's blood pour from there body, not just my own anymore.
I imagine these fantasies stem from my hatred of all people in our society. There's no specific reason for my hatred, but you could say I'm an extremely jealous individual. And everyday my hatred for my society grows more and more. The fact of the matter is, I enjoy my hatred, I embrace it, it's what drives me, allows me to feel whole and alive.
But to act impulsively on such silly urges, would be a fools errand, and will only lead to failure. I must start small. I will start with animals. Dissect them, cut out there brains and there hearts. Maybe place them in each others positions. As I grow accustom to the satisfactory feeling of severing limbs and dissecting my choice in animals, then I will move to larger ones. Eventually, it will be time to kill my first human, the anticipation is killing me...
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