I’ve always been a sucker for the darker side of human nature. My friends often tell me I’m too obsessed with the taboo, that I cross the line into perversion, but I say, why not? Life’s too short to be a goody-goody. My twisted mind is a never-ending well of sick fantasies, and I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve spent hours upon hours conjuring up scenarios that would make a normal person’s skin crawl. And you know what? It’s liberating.
My favorite pastime is people-watching. I find myself drawn to the weirdos, the misfits, the ones who don’t quite fit in. I see the world as a never-ending parade of freaks, and I’m fascinated by the darkest corners of their psyches. I’ve spent countless hours stalking my favorite creep, watching him from afar, and imagining all the twisted things he might do if I were to let him. It’s a sick game, I know, but it’s also strangely exhilarating.
But my true confessions aren’t for the faint of heart. I’ve always had a fascination with the idea of ‘breaking’ someone, of pushing them to their limits and watching as they crack under the pressure. It’s a sick, sadistic fantasy, I know, but it’s one that I’ve indulged in far too many times to count. And you know what? It’s addictive. It’s like a dirty high, one that I crave more and more with each passing day. And that, my friends, is the real me.
>Soulkyn