I'm increasingly overcome with the desire to engage in homicidal behaviour. I've experimented with genocide before, eradicating entire colonies of ants who somehow have the delusionary notion that they have a right to exist within my home. Last night I skinned a squirrel for the first time. Never before had I been so excited. People rarely think of me as utterly insane. But I am just that. Sure people have this idea of Ali Tehrani, but the idea is based on nothing. There is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, I simply am not there. I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but I have not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except possibly apathy. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip. Today after I took yet another bio test I was overcome with a violent feeling of malice towards all around me. I was in pain and I dealt with it the only way I knew how: I projected it onto others. I saw my peers walking around ring road, jovially laughing as if there was nothing wrong with the world. But there is something wrong. Something is most definitely wrong when teachers don't test you on what you know, but trick you into choosing the wrong answer by giving you options like "e) both b & c" or "d) all of the above." Damn it all. Today as I was waiting in line to turn in my test, with my hands furiously rubbing my face and my fingers ferociously clawing my hair in a bout of frustration, the kid standing in front of me starts bragging about how he "aced" the test that I had failed. His joy enfuriated me. His smile awoke in me an irresistible desire to terminate his joy by destroying his life. Taking a pair of scissors out of my backpack, I plunged a blade of steel into the neck of the gloating bass in front of me. Now it was I who was smiling. After having wiped the dispicable smirk from his face, I was shocked to see the people surrounding me were not so much pleased with my actions as they were horrified. I did what was just! A man boasting in excess got what was coming to him. This was no innocent bystander, but a setter of curves who undeniably lowered the grades and thus the level of happiness in others by acheiving such high scores. He deserved it.As I write this, librarians are walking behind me and people keep flashing their eyes towards this screen trying to decipher what it is I am writing. The girl sitting next to me thinks me a sick villain after only reading the title of my work. I don't like the way she's looking at me at all. It's time for this bird to fly. I can't stand her insidious stare one moment longer.