MY SECRET: I am a psychopath. I was raised in stable family, a very affluent neighboorhood, got straight A's, never a single ticket or encounter with Johnny Law. I even attend college on a full scholarship...but, I am a clinically diagnoised psychopath. I present myself as the charming, smart, and social young man every parent loves. But know that in reality, your life and everything you hold dear, I care nothing about. I feel no shame, loneliness, or remorse. My amusement comes from my conquests, my rewards rest in the expressions of pain and anguish shown on your face. The weaknesses and fears, the emotions you show all to easily, I will use against you. Be it for my own profit or simple pleasure, I'll use them in anyway to accomplish my goals.
I have a problem though, you as a people no longer present me with any sort of challenge. It is too easy getting you to dance like the little monkeys, you have become too easy to manipulate. Prehaps there is no fear of individuals like myself, but all psychopaths are not serial killers or criminals. I guarantee if you met me after reading this, you would have no idea what I really am. But I think this lacking sense of fulliment I am experincing is caused by you. Your acceptance as roles of the victims. You prefer the being of martyr, at least then you find that sympathy and attention you crave. I ask you though to wise up, stop making your emotions so available to people like me. Its not difficult anymore getting you to believe me, the fun is gone because you are so desperate for human connection, you all believe anything!
I tell you my secret in hopes some of you will be smarter, more fun to play with. I am tired of my rotuine, my eventual dominance of you, sexually and emotionally, is now a guarantee. I have included some brief explanations to usual methods so maybe someone out there will recogonize the trend -- and if I actually pulled this on you one night, please leave a message. Give other readers a hint to the capabilities of people like me, and what we do to cattle like yourself.
-MY SECRETS...-
Females -- only to be used for semi long term usage -- younger and naive the better, also awesome effect on either virgins or girls with reeeeeeally strong religious beliefs. Stronger the conviction, better the rewards. but this isn't as much fun with girls older than 21, then chances are the girl is already somewhat damaged, not as much of a challenge:...
-I tell girls "I love you" (*stare "meaningfully" into their eyes and gently cradle the chin your hands, they take you really serious) and get them to love me deeply in return. I do the cuddling, the kissing, and usual BF stuff. **Sometimes have to monitor sexual behavior because unless already aware of it, a sudden onset of sexual sadisim can be hint that things are not as they seem.** Then, when I get bored and the sex is not worth putting up to you, I tell you to your face that "I never actually loved you" and saying saying I did "only allowed me to sleep with you quicker." Depending on this inital reaction (getting them to take me seriously in that I think they are pathetic is actually harder than you would think), I sometimes find it necessary/fun to mention the other girls I am currently involved with or seeing later that night. (include details of those other girls, in exact detail, and not forgetting to point out why the other girl is more attractive and better sexually) and with that...THERE IT IS. That dawn of realization on your face when you realize it is all true. It gives me the final ounce of pleasure I can get from you, which is watching your heart break. You think you are special to me while I bet myself how quickly I can get you to cry. Then I usually Laugh when I realize it was easier than expected.
And this doesn't start to cover the damage I start laying seeds for during the "relationship." If I can somehow leave you with some sort of long-term psych issue, caused directly from my comments and actions, I feel accomplished. Way I see it, giving you an eating disorders will make sure you stay skinny for life (**first accomplished and confirmed case was 17 yrs old 5'1 ft. and weighing 100. I told her she could be skinner...), starting a drug addiction ensures at least your dealer will stay a friend (why would anyone think smoking crack would be a good idea when the person offering it and convincing you to smoke it (ME), in fact does not do or ever tried crack?! They deserved it for being that dumb and not listening to D.A.R.E.), and you constantly questioning your self worth due to me implying constantly that you are not good enough (good ones are when parents have split or there is some implanted belief that they are dumb or something like that. Who cares if it is true, it the screw is there, twist that as far as it will go!)
-- For me, this pain i give is like my initals being carved into the rest of your life. While you can appear to be the strongest person on the outside, I'll know your true weakness. You are damaged goods, hopefully flawed enough to affect the rest of your life. I know your dark reality you hide from everyone, I put it there. Your crippling self doubt, yea--I set it all up.
Finally--I take responsiblity causing countless tears, lots of pain (physical and emotional), one divorce (not my parents - they suprisingly are still married), 3 abortions (I only pushed one in this direction, other 2 were thinkin same thing already), at least 4 seperate cases of hardcore drug addiction, a couple girl's introduction to world of "sex tape scandals", and that is what I'm getting from high school and freshman year in college. But please, be a better challenge, I'm tired of this same old same old. Think about it this way...you remain stupid and believing, trusting everything people like me say without even a glance. Then I marry your daughter. I have my fun with her for a few years (CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT I COULD GET AWAY WITH BEING HER HUSBAND?! ESPECIALLY IF WE MOVED DOWN SOUTH OR SOMETHING...) and then divorce her. Just think of how fucked up I will make this girl, then think as it may have never happened and seen me for what I was. Make me fight for my dinner, cause I am damn bored
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psychopath,
hurt
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