She thinks I love her. I laughed as I stabbed her in the Heart. "Psychopaths don't Love Sweetheart."
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She thinks I love her. I laughed as I stabbed her in the Heart. "Psychopaths don't Love Sweetheart."
DR H.H.HOLMES the worlds first Serial killer who appeared arou d the same time the imfamous JACK THE RIPPER made the streets of London unsafe
Only incontrast to JACK, HOLMES killed aprox 200people mostly young woman and little children he was sick and sadistic and showed no remorse when thw detectoves came to arrest hi He replied “i was born with the devil in me”
Is it bad that I've gotten to the point where I just don't feel anything except anger and determination with a side of self confidence? Like where did my happy go? And why can't I feel sad? Shit...I think I might become a psychopath...
What most people don't know:
Individuals with very high IQs can exhibit some symptoms of psychopathy/sociopathy (e.g. lack of remorse, emotional shallowness, rash decision making, sense of self grandeur, total disrespect for others feelings/emotions...) without actually being one. These people can also develop a disrespect for the law, causing others to mistake them for psychopaths/sociopaths.
BBC's Sherlock was a good example of this.
I consider myself a writer. I am a writer.
I paint this canvas with words that conquer every shade of gray that there is. I drink to slow my mind down and keep up with reality. I drink so I can distinguish better every thread of this web that I’m tangled in.
I smoke because imperfections makes us perfect; makes us human; makes us what we are. I smoke because it’s the little things that matter.
I do everything I can, bending morality but following my own set of rules. I try to appear normal, another sheep in the crowd. But I can't. Every single time, something sets me off and the balance is tilted in the favor of my own demons.
One too many drinks, awful day, someone talks funny or acts weird. Or my love. Oh, my love... She sets me off like nothing and no one ever did. And she's also the one that dims the flame, until the fire is put out.
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