I want to murder someone.
Throughout my life, people have 'known' me to be nice, conscious, 'pure', etc.
Something happened. Someone was hurt. I want to murder the criminal. I won't go deeper in detail.
I don't know this side of me. It's the first time I actually have the desire of killing someone. What's worse is I know I'd enjoy it. I'm not sure if I'd be able to carry it out in real life, but it's possible.
These thoughts have been clouding my mind for over a week now. Nonstop. Am I not a murderer already? For I have already killed this person countless times in my mind. I've had recurring dreams regarding this.
Yes. Dreams. Not Nightmares, because it's something I've actually enjoyed. I wake from these either in tears or in rage. Wishing something could be done.
I don't know I'll ever get over it. Even if I do, there's something that will never be undone. I feel I've cracked and am seeing the true face of earth. What little hope in faith I had is all gone by now.
I have no sympathy for people who I wish were purged out of this world. I wish I myself could cleanse it. But doesn't wanting to deprive such people from their lives make me a bad person? I'm afraid this is feeding off my mind, driving me closer to insanity each time.
If Christianity is true. Then this is hell.