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I am a 32 year old blue collar family man, but I am personally responsible for the murder of three people. The first is known and is public record. The second and third occurred during my five-year stint in a drug trafficking ring. They were both friends of mine, but addicted to methamphetamine. Their addictions caused my kingpin to lose a large amount of money. I gave them both poisoned meth, which they injected. I later went to jail for my part in the trafficking ring, but my two friends were never found.
I am a 17 year old male, and I really want to kill someone. I just want to do it because I think it would feel exhilarating. I want to feel the persons warm blood flow down my fingers going to my hands. Seeing and feeling the life empty from their body. I have no remorse, and have never killed anything before. I want to start with a human because it would be the best thing to ever feel. I should also state that I watch quite a bit of pornography and it is really hard to get hard, but I found out that blood and death works. That is one reason why I want to kill someone, but then again I also want to see the life leave them and be in fear watching me plunge a knife into their body. So it's a mixture of pleasure and sadistic thoughts to get off and watch murder first hand. I can't be the only one who has this, but why so young to have this? It makes me wonder, but then my thoughts are overtaken by the thought of death.
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I'd always wanted too go to my old high school school (got bullied by students and teachers/ staff members) and kill at least 50 people if I couldn't kill them all.
I think I'm psychotic. I wanna hurt people, kill them, slice open their aching awaiting throats, I wanna commit crimes. I wanna full on murder people! I wanna be the predator for once not them. I'm always chased around and hurt by people. I wanna put graffiti on a cement wall on an abandoned building. I wanna be the person cops chase after. I may just as well be insane.
My father use to be a pastor, and then he killed someone.
He was always really violent when he got angry, and it was hard to control him after that. He wasn't entirely abusive, but when he was mad, boy, was he a monster.
It didn't come to me as a surprise when I came home one day from school and the house was surrounded with people and police.
Dad apparently killed someone who accused him of lying about something. I was only 8, so I never really understood what exactly happened, and I never tried to even as I grew up.
My mom acted like it never happened, maybe it was her way of protecting me and my little brother.
She remarried 3 years later, but I hated her new husband and his daughter like crazy. They just drove me insane. I was really jealous because they seemed like the perfect family, and truth be told, his daughter was a total bitch.
I just started googling what I could do to get rid of them. There was divorce, lie about him raping me, and murder. No way in hell was I going to jail, though.
Luckily for me, they both loved to eat apples.
Everyday I would dig the trash out for the cores they threw out and collected the seeds.
I'd mash them up and flavour the mix, then sprinkle it on whatever they had to eat for the day.
When my stepfather died, the autopsy said they died of intoxication via apple seeds.
Everyone assumed it was because they ate too much apples, little did they know..
I kind of regret it now, but I eventualy found out my stepdad was cheating on my mother and was a bit abusive to her emotionally.
I guess I did a good job.
I tried to kill my cat several times now.
Tried to run her over.
Tried to drown her.
Tried to starve her.
Nothing's working, I don't understand that.
Now a friend of mine told me that it's reprehensible to torture an animal like that but I don't agree with him. It's just an animal, not a human being.
But it kept me thinking, is my behavior bad?
I don't think so..
I was walking home from work night and I passed by my sister's house and heard her screaming at someone to stop so I quietly opened her door (which I have a key to btw) and saw her getting beat by her boyfriend, I then came behind him threw him on the ground and I started punching him he took out a pocket knife and stabbed my leg. My sister started to dial 911 but he punched her out and broke her phone. I took the knife out of my leg and slit his neck. I called 911 and they placed me in a holding cell. They told me they're gonna keep me here for 25 years unless someone pays my bail. Three days later my bail was paid I figured it was one of my friends but when I got home my sister was on my couch holding a welcome home sign. She hugged me and we invited family over and had a party.
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when i was younger, around 7 years old, i was talking to my grandma. i wanted mcdonald's, but she said she couldn't get mcdonald's since she was in a motorized wheelchair, so i pushed her down the stairs and she died. i told my parents that she just accidentally fell and they believed me. i killed my poor grandma. i have sinned, please forgive me jesus christ almighty lord.
Sometimes I have the urge to suddenly beat the shit out of same random person. The pleasure of them begging me to stop and crying while looking at me in the eye slowly dying as I'm laughing. Please, please stop, your hurting me. I can only imagine. But, I like my freedom. I'll let the next guy do it for me.
I do not know what to do and I feel so guilty right now. My mother passed away in 2011 and I held her in my arms when she died. After the funeral, the rumours started. Even my sister, who is now not a part of my life anymore because I cut her out, accused me of killing our mother. This was especially hard for me. And now, 8 years later, I still have to listen to those accusations. They say that I treated my mother badly and that I had hit her. I have to disagree. No, I did not! I never hit my mom, but I of course was not the picture perfect son. I made mistakes and I am very sorry for them. I do not pray as often as others might do, but I think about mom all the time. I look after my mother's grave and bring flowers regularly and when I am there I am talking to her and asking her for forgiveness for all the mistakes I made.
Do you think she can hear me?
I think I might be a murderer after all... Am I a bad person? I start to think that I am. I would like to apologize here once more for how I treated my mother some times. I was a teenager and had my own head. I asked for her forgiveness, but is that enough?
Shortly after she died she visited me in my dreams, but now everything is empty. There are only nightmares.
But I will try to get better. To get a better person.
I promise, Mom.
xx
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I have a co-worker I would love to beat to death, He interjects in everyone's conversations and is a total know-it-all. He's fucking ugly and gross and makes me sick. He always makes stupid facial expressions when you make eye-contact with him. He's a Star Wars fan and on May 4th he walked around the office saying "May the Fourth be with you. UGH! I just want beat him to a bloody pulp with a baseball bat and dance around in his brains.
I hate most people, esp. the useless (enter race, origin, low social status, habits here).
Women I see only as sexual objects, to be used ad discharged. Often I fantasize on raping my old mother and one of my aunts.
I wish I could unsubscribe from 'society' so I don't have to deal with it anymore.
The apocalypse sounds pretty good to me, a opportunity to express my displeasure with society and people by raping and killing them without consequence!
I confess, I've always been a very apathetic person. I've never actually given two shits about anything, and am constantly talking to my psychiatrist about this. It has progressed more with my manipulative nature and become a monster. I constantly catfish sensitive people, male and female, the ones I figure have the most mental problems. I shake them down, tear down their walls and become their everything's. I play it off like I'm innocent. That I'm the one who needs the protecting. Then, I destroy them from the inside out . I watched one guy blow his own brains out after I asked him to. I told him, that if he loved me, he'd do it. I continue to do things like this today. And to be honest, I don't regret any of it.
I (f / 39) met a really nice guy, I am madly in love with him. At the moment, he's in prison for murder.
I know he bitterly regrets that he strangled his ex girlfriend after a huge fight and he suffers that he took a life of a human being.
It is expected that he will be released from prison this summer. I fell in love with him and I am ready to help him build up a new life, with me.
Of course, all of my friends and my son (19) are shocked warn me that I might be the next victim on his list.
Now my son issued an ultimatum. If I want to continue visiting the man, he will move out and he won't talk to me again. Now I should immediately choose my son over a murder but it's very hard for me because I like this man so much and I know that he has a lot of good qualities and features.
I am sorry that I am in love with a murder.
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