Log Date, 002
I keep having these urges, these urges I think I had about 50 years ago. I had successfully brushed them off then, it was merely a thought. But.. they’re stronger now, if that make sense.
These urges are murderous.
I never wanted to hurt anybody before, I promise. I don’t know where these are coming from. These urges are almost like voices. These urges want humans to die, with their blood stained on my hands. I don’t like humans, I hate humans, but I don’t feel as if I have to resort to murder to get my way. Do I? I certainly hope not.
I’m almost glad I started this blog. I don’t have any friends, not anymore. If I hadn’t gotten this out, things would’ve been much worse. If anybody knows how to make these voices stop, I ask you to tell me in the comments below.
Thank you, all.