I (18M, completely straight) am a honors student at a prestigious university, a consultant for the greatest detective in the world, and a mass murderer. Said detective (?M, probably in his 20s idk) is investigating the case of my murders (π) and suspects me. Because of that, I have decided to join the investigation myself in order to kill him before he gets me. I'm very smart, you see
Things went a little off the rails though. I had to give myself amnesia while I got someone else to commit crimes for me in order to throw them off, and ended up joining the investigation for real. And memoryless me fell in love with the detective (let's call him El). I didn't expect this to happen (even though I am very smart) because I'm straight and he's ugly and I don't even like the way that he's a genius and knows me inside and out and can complete my every sentence like we're in our own world, away from everyone else, with a connection deeper than anything I've ever experienced
Anyway. Our relationship grew from there (I moved in and we handcuffed ourselves so we could be together always) and I can honestly say that those were the best moments of my life. I never felt like I had this much purpose, like things clicked so well, before. I was determined to keep this happiness, whatever happened
And then we caught my stand-in and I regained my memories
The thing is, I couldn't just let that go! People were counting me to commit these murders (I am basically a god) and also I love killing people. In fact, one of the things that brought El and I together was the fact that we both hate human rights and women. The way he tortures young women captivated me
So I went ahead and killed him a few days later. That very same day, we had a very emotional moment out in the rain and then he used a towel to wipe my feet. I felt like it was a fitting goodbye
After that I took his identity and became the leader of the investigation, but now the taskforce is blowing up my phone saying that "Kira is so evil" and "it's a shame that El died" and "murder is bad" and stuff like that. Most importantly, though, I'm bored without El here, and I am beginning to suspect that this might be my own fault for killing him
So... AITA?
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Just venting a little bit. :/
I was able to finish 4 painting yesterday.
Why the fuck is the thought of planning a fanfiction so fucking scary to me??? Like, ughhh. I fucking hate it.
I hoped that it would be less scary by making the paper pretty. :/
I wish therapists would take me in and not say that I am beyond help or that the only things that could help me are pills that remove my emotions or a fucking mental hospital.
Like- I know I am not that broken.
But it does get annoying and painful when 5 professionals say that to one. :/
URGENT HELPπ¨π¨π¨ππ΅πΈ
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I unfortunately cannot help much, but i'mma post this in hopes someone can.
I hate how a part of me still hopes that it was a joke or wrong feeling.
I decided to try and heal so I am trying to reconnect with friends that I ghosted so that I won't be that sad.
I am in luck actually that some still do want contact with me and are still there for me so we can hang out and I can ignore my pain and become a better version of myself.
I will be better but right now I am not okay and that is okay.
VENT
I hate the fact that I was the one not wanting to play the "I love you more" Game and then playing it cuz they wanted to play it and now I am the fucking winner.
I hate the fact that before they left for vacation, I asked them to not stop loving me jokingly and guess what. They stopped loving me.
What I love is still them and I hate how much it fucking hurts.
I love that we are still going to stay friends so that I can assure that they'll be happy but that hurts. It fucking hurts.
Maybe they'll fall in love with me again if I'll be around more often, be more better. I can't lose them...
I was starting to get my life together...
Why did no one tell me how much it hurts?
I am not able to tell them that I love them anymore. I won't hear it back. I won't be able to take them on dates anymore.
I don't know anything anymore.
when im on mobile and i cant revenge evil boop so i have to send a regular loving boop back
Hi, please never neglect your health, apparently I have been carrying some sort of virus for the last 2-3 months and could have literally just dropped dead if a colleague wouldn't have commented on the fact that it seems like I have Corona. '-'
It used to be just a normal flue.
I just neglected it so hard that my lungs were in danger of just suddenly giving up.
And all because I didn't believe myself that I was actually sick. '-'
a Cappuccino with a double amount of espresso.
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