Permaban glownigger shit
Rejection and loneliness have driven many people to break what the soyciety calls "laws" - I've had hundreds of thoughts of me killing and raping millions of foids, but only once did I come close to doing it.
When I was 14-15 I remember being obsessed with this girl with glasses who had autism. but she was HOT asf. Well, she was flat as shit and had no butt at all, but she was a girl.
One day I found out that this poor girl was with this very tall Mexican guy.
So a month later I thought about going with a knife and gutting her in the bathroom, and throwing her parts in the trash can downstairs rolled up in toilet paper. I brought the knife to school. But I didn't see her go into the bathroom EVEN ONCE... and I think she did it on purpose, because while I was waiting I started thinking about all the horrible things that would happen to me if I committed that murder. My parents would probably do something horrible to me like send me to some reformatory, and if I was already bullied at school, they would probably beat the shit out of me or just kill me in juvenile hall. Plus these third world countries take femicide VERY seriously (but not with the deaths of men at the hands of drug cartels, apparently). After all that, I never killed that damn girl in the end, I just had severe anxiety attacks.
I don't know if I was saved from dying in a poorly guarded reformatory or if it would have really been worth killing her in front of my classmates. Although with all of them, the teacher would probably separate me before touching their boobs.
Have you ever thought or done something like that? Or is this just my sociopathy again?
When I was 14-15 I remember being obsessed with this girl with glasses who had autism. but she was HOT asf. Well, she was flat as shit and had no butt at all, but she was a girl.
One day I found out that this poor girl was with this very tall Mexican guy.
So a month later I thought about going with a knife and gutting her in the bathroom, and throwing her parts in the trash can downstairs rolled up in toilet paper. I brought the knife to school. But I didn't see her go into the bathroom EVEN ONCE... and I think she did it on purpose, because while I was waiting I started thinking about all the horrible things that would happen to me if I committed that murder. My parents would probably do something horrible to me like send me to some reformatory, and if I was already bullied at school, they would probably beat the shit out of me or just kill me in juvenile hall. Plus these third world countries take femicide VERY seriously (but not with the deaths of men at the hands of drug cartels, apparently). After all that, I never killed that damn girl in the end, I just had severe anxiety attacks.
I don't know if I was saved from dying in a poorly guarded reformatory or if it would have really been worth killing her in front of my classmates. Although with all of them, the teacher would probably separate me before touching their boobs.
Have you ever thought or done something like that? Or is this just my sociopathy again?
this agents are getting more amateur...
