The journal of a physcopath
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Sometimes I wonder... Who am I as a human being? A part of society or not I am slowly cutting the final strands of my sanity, with nothing but my
own blade. I always thought the people around me were slicing the final pieces of me to shreds. That is how i began to become my true self. This is
on me. I can't blame anyone else at this point, for its quite obvious I'm losing it. My only purpose at this point is to hide my lack of sanity, and to not
blow my fuse. I know if its blown i can't control myself anymore. People can't relate to my true emotions, nobody can accept the true me. Even I
can't accept the person I am. Nobody close to me understands what it's like becoming a physcopath.
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