I want to be a person. People seem to have so much fun. They feel that they're valuable inside. They have parents and friends. They can sleep at night when their eyes are burning. They feel safe. Other people would miss them if they killed themselves. If they do something good, then people like them for it. I can only make people dead. It's not the same. They just lie still for me.
Even in my dreams I have to kill them. Spent hours drowning a father that wouldn't die. Made his son watch until there was no traces of sanity left in him. When they're dead they keep still. It's not friendship, but at least it's more cooperative. I hate when people move. I feel unsafe when they so much as think. Friendly people are the worst. They don't fool me anymore.