I have sociopathic tendencies. I lost all emotions around the time my dad died when I was 11 and a half. My entire life flipped upside down because I didn't have anyone to look up to or understand me. My mother was diagnosed with cancer when I was 15 and died when I was 17. I have no one. No one cares. I gave up trying to be understood and I have developed some problems with violence. Whenever I kill something... it feels amazing. The rush of excitement rushes though my body and it's addictive. I can't stop... I'm getting bored of killing animals and I can't restrain myself any longer...