whenever someone finds out that I’m a sociopath, they always think I’m a serial killer. They obviously aren’t very bright. I am a violent person, naturally, but I’m proud to say I’ve never gutted another human and worn their skin. Let’s just say I plot. I don’t act out on those plot, but I’m sure they would succeed.
Lately, I’ve lost a lot of things. I lost money from my bank account. I got a B on a test. I wouldn’t care about my idiotic professor’s opinion if it didn’t make a difference on my record. He gave me a fucking B. It deserved an A.
And I’ve been proven wrong lately. I normally would never accept defeat, but I feel moronic for the first time in my life.
Also, I don’t know what’s happening. There is one person I actually care about. They think that you can change someone like me, but you CAN’T. I was born this way, I will stay this way. I’m not sure whether I actually care about this person or I’ve over looked an advantage they might give me.
My therapist is an idiot too. Why the hell do these people think that talking to a random woman will help me? I’m not going to kill anyone!