About murder

I'm trying very hard to be a good person.
To love.
To care.

It's tough.
I think there is something wrong with me because as I told you before, I can't forgive.

I daydream about violently murder my former classmates.
About biting their ears off, about stabbing them in their eyes.

Good persons don't do that.
Loving people bake cakes.
They have boyfriends.
They sew curtains.

I guess I'm not a loving person.
But trust me. I do try.