I continuously get called Satan.

So earlier, i got a blood nose out of nowhere. I haven’t had one for at least 6 years now. To be covered in my own blood when i hadn’t even been cutting felt rather strange because i never bleed. I liked it, the taste of it in my mouth.. I know, this would sound rather strange at the moment, it also sounds strange to me. But having no control over what my body is going to do, felt good. Really good. I don’t even know why i’m writing this, i just feel odd at the moment. Kind of like i’m not here, that i’m floating somewhere in between. I feel as if i’m invisible, i can do what i want and no one would even realise. I feel invincible, like i could just run in front of a truck and walk away. This is what happened the last time, i just didn’t think of any consequences. I feel as if i could slowly torture, those few people that i hate. I want to cut them open, file their ribcage down to a fine point, close them up and every time they breathe, they will slowly puncture their lungs.. Causing immense pain and them eventually choking on their own blood. I feel like that, every time i breathe. Like it’s too much pain to keep going. I just want them, to feel this pain.