I finally told my mom about my problems. She asked me what I
thought was causing it. I told her the truth (for once). I have no idea what is
causing this. Sometimes I’m in my room and it bubbles up and I just have this
urge to destroy. Sometimes it’s when
I go outside and I see people and they look so stupid and ignorant and happy
and I hate them so much. I want to make them feel pain. I want to see suffering
in their eyes.
I didn’t tell my mom all that, of course. I can’t have her
figuring out what is really going on
in my head. She would flip her lid. I just told her the I don’t know part.
But then she was telling me that a lot of different things
could be causing it. Stress, chemical imbalances in my brain, or “something bad
could have happened to you when you were a little kid.”
That freaked me out. Why would she say that?
I don’t remember anything bad happening to me, but she said
that that could be the case too. I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m not even
angry right now. I’m fucking terrified.
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