Nothing's ever enough, is it? I have everything I could ever want. I have an objectively good life, or at least, so I keep telling myself. So why, then, do I still want to violently blow my brains out? Why do fantasies of killing and murder still occupy my head? It seems that I am, and always will be, The Raped.
>>83507747Study psychology and become The Rapist.
>>83507764I have flip-flopped between being The Raped and being The Rapist throughout my life. But primarily, in my soul, I am The Raped.During my childhood, I was The Raped at home and at school. Then I became The Rapist to those weaker than me.When I got conscripted into the army, I was once more The Raped. But once I ascended to become an NCO, I became The Rapist to my men and other lower ranking men.Now, being back in the civilian life, I am just The Raped again. And I've been nothing but The Raped. How could I even be The Rapist in this environment. Oh, my heart...
