I hate people with a passion, iin?
I can't stand people. I just think of them as this gigantic herd of cattle who only do what others expect of them. "No shepherd and one herd! Everyone wants the same, everyone is the same. Anyone who feels differently goes voluntarily into a madhouse." Sometimes I feel like everyone thinks this and just won't admit it. I started to feel this way at the age of fifteen after reading a book called Hideaway by Dean Koontz and ever since then I changed. Not only that but I honestly think I might be a serial killer in the making. I don't know if this is normal or if I'm crazy.