Alixtair wrote:I think I might have some kind of personality disorder......
I look at people and I want to kill them all.
I look at people and I don't want anything to ever happen to them.
I think killers deserve to be executed.
I think everyone deserves a second chance.
I want to die.
I want to live.
I don't know what I want, who I am, or anything. It's like.....who am I?
You are the reality of an oxymoron.
My secret is that I pretend hate people... but the only reason I do that is because every time I get close to a person, they always end up hurting me in some way... & it's never the same so I never know what to expect. So I figured, why risk getting close to people if I just get hurt in the end?
But it breaks my heart when people try so hard to get close to me & I try so hard to get away from them when they just want to be my friend.