Starting to feel hopeless once again. What is the damn point? Maybe I should act upon all the insane thoughts I have locked away in my mind. Again facing facts that my life is worthless and I will never truly be happy. I should start my killing rampage. Maybe just maybe It will be the one thing that blesses me with happiness. Torturing people. Bounding them unable to escape. Ripping nails of slowly one by one. shoving rusty objects into the stomach of my victim and rotating at a three hundred and sixty degree angle. burning them with steaming metal on the under arms intently. As they scream in agonizing pain I would respond by mimicking them an inch away from their face. afterwards pouring slat and lemons into their fleshy wounds. Braking bones slowly with clamps and to finish them off gut them and choke them with their own intestines whispering in there ear "if only I wasn't deranged" Insane correct. But I believe I am just sane enough to keep myself from doing so. I know I am possibly a future serial killer. idea
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