Should I be worried...? Because I really want to break someone. Not just physically - I think that too, but that's not really what I'm talking about - but mentally. I want to watch their whole world fall apart, and know with a sense of achievement and pride that it's all my doing.
I want to go into someone's life as someone else; I'd pretend to be someone different, perhaps the polar opposite of myself, but with a few strands of my personality woven in to make it realistic. I'd spin my web of white lies and fake lives, and make sure they believed every single string of it.
Eventually, I would be their best friend. Everything would be perfect: we'd spend weekends watching films together, laughing at old jokes from years ago, wondering if anything could go wrong. I would know it could. But I'd almost believe it, too - knowing me, I would probably enjoy it a little too much, yet it could be used to my advantage.
Once I knew I had them, I would make my move. I would slowly reveal my true self to them, until one day - there it is. Everything about the real me, laid out before her, like the pack of cards you knew you had when you were younger, you'd just forgotten about them. They'd tell me I'd broken their heart, and I'd smile and walk away.
I want this. I want to watch someone suffer this way. There's not a particular reason; it's just something in my head, and I needed to get it out, before the last drop of sanity in my mind is drained.
In the end, they would die.
Everyone is dying. Some just quicker than others.
