My whole life my family and other people have tried to break me into being tame, but it has yet to happen. Yesterday, my family cult took away the only thing I have that makes my brain happy other than my dogs. My dogs have saved you all from a version of myself I am glad I never got to know. However, if I do not have my potential to explore what is to stop me from exploring the revenge I have dreamed and fantasized about my whole life. The only people I know who have grown up like me are literal serial killers. I have more in common with Jeffery Dahmer, Ted Bundy, and Charles Manson than any of you people. Plus, I was breed for great evil and genetically modified.
Grace can only last so long.