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Impusivity & Insanity

LeviLooks88

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Tell me, is anyone like me?

I have what is like bloodlust episodes, where I experience impusive thoughts and have a desire for blood, murder, pain, carnage ect. Sometimes I act on this, of course, using myself as a vice. My upper right thigh is covered in deep and thin slices, I've torn flesh off of my muscle with a straight face. It makes me happy. But sometimes I'm scared I'll do this to someone else. Maybe I need therapy, but it is like a hunger, a desire even, to kill someone with my own hands. Nobody in particular. Just a random human would do. I've been like this ever since I was young, hurting other children because their cries were funny to me. I'd push them into the sharp woodchips at the park, stare at the bloodied scrape they'd get on their knee or elbow. It was hilarious. Even when I was with my baby sister when I was younger. I'd never do anything physically or say anything, of course, but sometimes I used to playfully take toys away from her, just to hear her cry. Then give them right back. No, she did not get affected by it. She still loves me, and doesn't even remember those times now.

Sometimes when I slash my thigh, I collect the blood on my finger, and rub it into my tounge. The copper and salty tastes are almost perfect to me. And sometimes I have ate parts of my flesh, chewy but hard to break down in my mouth. It was fun. Maybe this isn't mentally good for me, but personally I couldn't give less of a fuck. If I want to consume myself, and I don't think it's bad, why should people stop me? I should be able to do whatever I want to my body, it will grow back anyway.

So, my question is, I anyone like me? Or do you find it distasteful, and disgusting? Tell me about it. Be mean. I couldn't care.
 
I will rape your stupid fucking mother to death, Bruno. I’m not impulsive, just insane (depending on who you ask). If I were impulsive I’d be in federal prison. I’m not edgy either, the edgy kids modeled their faux identities around what the fuck is wrong with me 12 years ago, there’s a difference!

Tell me, is anyone like me?

I have what is like bloodlust episodes, where I experience impusive thoughts and have a desire for blood, murder, pain, carnage ect. Sometimes I act on this, of course, using myself as a vice. My upper right thigh is covered in deep and thin slices, I've torn flesh off of my muscle with a straight face. It makes me happy. But sometimes I'm scared I'll do this to someone else. Maybe I need therapy, but it is like a hunger, a desire even, to kill someone with my own hands. Nobody in particular. Just a random human would do. I've been like this ever since I was young, hurting other children because their cries were funny to me. I'd push them into the sharp woodchips at the park, stare at the bloodied scrape they'd get on their knee or elbow. It was hilarious. Even when I was with my baby sister when I was younger. I'd never do anything physically or say anything, of course, but sometimes I used to playfully take toys away from her, just to hear her cry. Then give them right back. No, she did not get affected by it. She still loves me, and doesn't even remember those times now.

Sometimes when I slash my thigh, I collect the blood on my finger, and rub it into my tounge. The copper and salty tastes are almost perfect to me. And sometimes I have ate parts of my flesh, chewy but hard to break down in my mouth. It was fun. Maybe this isn't mentally good for me, but personally I couldn't give less of a fuck. If I want to consume myself, and I don't think it's bad, why should people stop me? I should be able to do whatever I want to my body, it will grow back anyway.

So, my question is, I anyone like me? Or do you find it distasteful, and disgusting? Tell me about it. Be mean. I couldn't care.
I’m like you, but I’ve stopped self-harm and you should too. I used to burn myself with lit joints on my arms, but the scars didn’t ever heal. I realized that broadcasting my self inflicted permanent damage to the world through my pockmarked wrists isn’t a good strategy for someone who will surely need to pass off as normal.

If you want to feel something, what I do is I punch a brick wall bare fist. It will bleed, knuckles will surely split from time to time… but you would be forming scar tissue on them, and if you do this frequently enough you might only Leak a few droplets outta your mitts before long. It’s a very useful place to build up scar tissue, and one that less people bat an eye at when noticed.
 
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I will rape your stupid fucking mother to death, Bruno. I’m not impulsive, just insane (depending on who you ask). If I were impulsive I’d be in federal prison. I’m not edgy either, the edgy kids modeled their faux identities around what the fuck is wrong with me 12 years ago, there’s a difference!


I’m like you, but I’ve stopped self-harm and you should too. I used to burn myself with lit joints on my arms, but the scars didn’t ever heal. I realized that broadcasting my self inflicted permanent damage to the world through my pockmarked wrists isn’t a good strategy for someone who will surely need to pass off as normal.

If you want to feel something, what I do is I punch a brick wall bare fist. It will bleed, knuckles will surely split from time to time… but you would be forming scar tissue on them, and if you do this frequently enough you might only Leak a few droplets outta your mitts before long. It’s a very useful place to build up scar tissue, and one that less people bat an eye at when noticed.
Your posts read like the "navy seal copy pasta."
 
Your posts read like the "navy seal copy pasta."
I have a unique way of talking to people, I’ll admit. I think I’ve gotten into the habit of typing in such a quirky way because it’s more disarming. People say fucked up shit all the time and are met with hostility and judgement, so I make a point to add a little quip or joke into the mix and suddenly it doesn’t seem as bad as it could be… and isn’t received so poorly across the board either. Perception is so fucking important if you are like me, and everything I do carefully has ‘not coming off as a total fucking psycho immediately’ written all over it. I’m still in building rapport mode even though the cats outta the bag on here.
 
[...] I’m not edgy either, the edgy kids modeled their faux identities around what the fuck is wrong with me 12 years ago, there’s a difference!
Yes, yes, I've forgotten: you've superseded edgy and ascended to the greener pastures of cringe. My mistake. I do apologize. I am assuming, though, since you didn't correct me on it, I did get the gayboy part right.
 
Most people who say they are insane aren't I have met the worse of the worse and they think are normal
Self awareness is rare but not entirely non-existent among ‘insane’ people.

Yes, yes, I've forgotten: you've superseded edgy and ascended to the greener pastures of cringe. My mistake. I do apologize. I am assuming, though, since you didn't correct me on it, I did get the gayboy part right.
If I were gay I’d be fantasizing about dismembering dudes, silly. The only time I think about doing that is so I can make the girlfriend watch. My fantasy is always strictly oriented around the fairer sex, and completely annihilating them respectively.
 
I have a unique way of talking to people, I’ll admit. I think I’ve gotten into the habit of typing in such a quirky way because it’s more disarming. People say fucked up shit all the time and are met with hostility and judgement, so I make a point to add a little quip or joke into the mix and suddenly it doesn’t seem as bad as it could be… and isn’t received so poorly across the board either. Perception is so fucking important if you are like me, and everything I do carefully has ‘not coming off as a total fucking psycho immediately’ written all over it. I’m still in building rapport mode even though the cats outta the bag on here.
Didn't think you were quirky, hun.
 
Didn't think you were quirky, hun.
Clearly I’ve got work to do then. I’ve got years allotted just for practicing this shit. Manipulation and coming off as a gentle giant in my day to day are always being honed. I’d rather come across as somebody who is cringe than somebody who needs a straight jacket to be fair. The fact that some people think I’m just being edgy for internet points is actually a good one in my eyes. Muddying the plausibility.
 
Whenever I read shit like this I get so angry inside, makes wanna clobber something, like all the words in the OP's firs post with a sledgehammer. Rape all the BIG words with a hunting knife and cum at the end or just piss on my laptop screen. Oh I love this fucking feeling thats cumming over me now. Fuck yeah.
 
Tell me, is anyone like me?

I have what is like bloodlust episodes, where I experience impusive thoughts and have a desire for blood, murder, pain, carnage ect. Sometimes I act on this, of course, using myself as a vice. My upper right thigh is covered in deep and thin slices, I've torn flesh off of my muscle with a straight face. It makes me happy. But sometimes I'm scared I'll do this to someone else. Maybe I need therapy, but it is like a hunger, a desire even, to kill someone with my own hands. Nobody in particular. Just a random human would do. I've been like this ever since I was young, hurting other children because their cries were funny to me. I'd push them into the sharp woodchips at the park, stare at the bloodied scrape they'd get on their knee or elbow. It was hilarious. Even when I was with my baby sister when I was younger. I'd never do anything physically or say anything, of course, but sometimes I used to playfully take toys away from her, just to hear her cry. Then give them right back. No, she did not get affected by it. She still loves me, and doesn't even remember those times now.

Sometimes when I slash my thigh, I collect the blood on my finger, and rub it into my tounge. The copper and salty tastes are almost perfect to me. And sometimes I have ate parts of my flesh, chewy but hard to break down in my mouth. It was fun. Maybe this isn't mentally good for me, but personally I couldn't give less of a fuck. If I want to consume myself, and I don't think it's bad, why should people stop me? I should be able to do whatever I want to my body, it will grow back anyway.

So, my question is, I anyone like me? Or do you find it distasteful, and disgusting? Tell me about it. Be mean. I couldn't care.
How about contemplating doing something constructive rather than destructive? Just a thought (Thot!😂). They say applying yourself to a learned skill for 10,000 hours grants expertise and excellence in that endeavor. And so you are aware, that's iron you're tasting in your blood in addition to the copper. I may be wrong about this and we'll need to check with @Flatus Tube our resident physician to know for sure, but normal parameters for both elements in human blood are fairly close measurements, indeed.

Oh, there's one more very important thing for you to consider. Most body parts do not grow back. I'd wait for more research on genetic starfish and cephalopod regeneration in conjunction with humans before consuming too much of yourself beyond the point of no return. Words to the wise.

Your pal,
H
 
How about contemplating doing something constructive rather than destructive? Just a thought (Thot!😂). They say applying yourself to a learned skill for 10,000 hours grants expertise and excellence in that endeavor. And so you are aware, that's iron you're tasting in your blood in addition to the copper. I may be wrong about this and we'll need to check with @Flatus Tube our resident physician to know for sure, but normal parameters for both elements in human blood are fairly close measurements, indeed.

Oh, there's one more very important thing for you to consider. Most body parts do not grow back. I'd wait for more research on genetic starfish and cephalopod regeneration in conjunction with humans before consuming too much of yourself beyond the point of no return. Words to the wise.

Your pal,
H

This is a comprehensive answer 😂…

 
Tell me, is anyone like me?

I have what is like bloodlust episodes, where I experience impusive thoughts and have a desire for blood, murder, pain, carnage ect. Sometimes I act on this, of course, using myself as a vice. My upper right thigh is covered in deep and thin slices, I've torn flesh off of my muscle with a straight face. It makes me happy. But sometimes I'm scared I'll do this to someone else. Maybe I need therapy, but it is like a hunger, a desire even, to kill someone with my own hands. Nobody in particular. Just a random human would do. I've been like this ever since I was young, hurting other children because their cries were funny to me. I'd push them into the sharp woodchips at the park, stare at the bloodied scrape they'd get on their knee or elbow. It was hilarious. Even when I was with my baby sister when I was younger. I'd never do anything physically or say anything, of course, but sometimes I used to playfully take toys away from her, just to hear her cry. Then give them right back. No, she did not get affected by it. She still loves me, and doesn't even remember those times now.

Sometimes when I slash my thigh, I collect the blood on my finger, and rub it into my tounge. The copper and salty tastes are almost perfect to me. And sometimes I have ate parts of my flesh, chewy but hard to break down in my mouth. It was fun. Maybe this isn't mentally good for me, but personally I couldn't give less of a fuck. If I want to consume myself, and I don't think it's bad, why should people stop me? I should be able to do whatever I want to my body, it will grow back anyway.

So, my question is, I anyone like me? Or do you find it distasteful, and disgusting? Tell me about it. Be mean. I couldn't care.
stop talking and just cut yourself to happiness!!
 
Tell me, is anyone like me?

I have what is like bloodlust episodes, where I experience impusive thoughts and have a desire for blood, murder, pain, carnage ect. Sometimes I act on this, of course, using myself as a vice. My upper right thigh is covered in deep and thin slices, I've torn flesh off of my muscle with a straight face. It makes me happy. But sometimes I'm scared I'll do this to someone else. Maybe I need therapy, but it is like a hunger, a desire even, to kill someone with my own hands. Nobody in particular. Just a random human would do. I've been like this ever since I was young, hurting other children because their cries were funny to me. I'd push them into the sharp woodchips at the park, stare at the bloodied scrape they'd get on their knee or elbow. It was hilarious. Even when I was with my baby sister when I was younger. I'd never do anything physically or say anything, of course, but sometimes I used to playfully take toys away from her, just to hear her cry. Then give them right back. No, she did not get affected by it. She still loves me, and doesn't even remember those times now.

Sometimes when I slash my thigh, I collect the blood on my finger, and rub it into my tounge. The copper and salty tastes are almost perfect to me. And sometimes I have ate parts of my flesh, chewy but hard to break down in my mouth. It was fun. Maybe this isn't mentally good for me, but personally I couldn't give less of a fuck. If I want to consume myself, and I don't think it's bad, why should people stop me? I should be able to do whatever I want to my body, it will grow back anyway.

So, my question is, I anyone like me? Or do you find it distasteful, and disgusting? Tell me about it. Be mean. I couldn't care.
Please show videos of you devouring yourself. Start with your toes and work your way up to your stomach. This would please and satisfy me greatly
 
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