I know deep down I am quite sadistic. I secretly crave power and the satisfying rush of destroying something but I refrain from doing so for the sake of keeping a clean record. I feel a deep satisfaction to hear an animal scream and writhe in my grip, and to ensnare and manipulate people so they spi

I know deep down I am quite sadistic. I secretly crave power and the satisfying rush of destroying something but I refrain from doing so for the sake of keeping a clean record. I feel a deep satisfaction to hear an animal scream and writhe in my grip, and to ensnare and manipulate people so they spill their deepest secrets with me. I doubt anyone sees through my innocent, easygoing facade.

I crave to let myself go, to stop pretending. I dream of a day I won’t have to pretend, as it is extremely tedious and boring. My heart races a little faster as I imagine slitting one’s throat, or culling the slow, weak, and lazy people by the thousands. Like wheat. It would bring me pure joy.

Many diabolical thoughts run through my head on the daily. Oh, but little innocent me is so cheerful, so wonderful to be around! Idiots. I don’t care to hear the petty garbage that comes out of your mouth. No Susan, I don’t care about your stupid dog.

And to think, I am only 15.


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