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 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.




