Happily hommicidal?
Alright, this probably isn't very original at all, but I really do want to kill people. I think about it all the time - even people I like. When I meet a new person, I imagine just stabbing them in the chest on the spot. When I walk home (or anywhere) I look at my surroundings and figure out where the best place to hide a body would be. When I enter a building the first thing I do is scope out the security cameras and figure out the blind spots - it's just habit. I absolutely love knives, and anything that resembles blood. When I was younger I would cut myself around the ankles and calves with glass, not out of depression at all, but just because I loved the sight of the blood.
I'm not emo. I love my life. I do very well in school, I have a few close friends, I'm eccentric in the way that most people tend to be. I've never told anyone about this. I don't want a therapist, I don't want to get rid of the elation I feel. If anything I want to indulge in it. But I know I can't, because I know I would end up in jail without knowing how not to get caught. If only one knew how to get into the hitman business.
Again, I would like to emphasize that this is not out of anger. I want to kill out of joy. Maybe that is the only reason why I can control myself so well. Is this normal?