Are Psychopaths Capable Of Love 소설 & 이야기

This time, she left everything to the God of her life and death. Dita turned around slowly out of fear, she closed her eyes. "Don't look down, raise your face," the guy took out his gun again, and raised Dita's chin with the gun. Making Dita almost pee her pants. "Don't kill me, I promise I won't tell anyone about this, I promise." Dita raised her two fingers to form a peace sign, with a terrified expression, her eyes still closed, not daring to open them. The guy was a little stunned at Dita's beauty, he felt his blood rushing violently, his heart was also racing faster, like he liked it? But, it's impossible for a psychopath to fall in love, right?

It happened often when we were younger, he would blatantly tell anyone who gets close to me that I was a psychopath, and then curious kids will come with questions… disturbing ones. It annoyed me a lot back then, because controlling myself was difficult, but now I have come to terms with things, and people’s mockery don’t bother me anymore. “You are right, I don’t have the ability to feel love or love someone.” I confessed. “But isn’t that the same for you, hopping from one girl to another, fucking a different one each time—I mean even I could do that. But it’s such a pity you couldn’t make it in for my wedding.”

“You’re just like him, your father. Created in his fucking image and likeness.” I roll my eyes, already tired of this conversation. Same shit, different day. “Why do you love me, then?” I ask, genuinely curious. “Why are you still fighting for us?” She lets out a breathless laugh. “To be honest?” Her lips quiver. “I don’t know. I don’t know why I’m in love with a sociopath.” She rubs her temples. “It’s a fucking conundrum.” I smirk. “Oh, so now you’re being indecisive?”

It's not worth giving everything for someone like that. —I have a very different perspective of her than you do. —Care to share it? —I looked forward again. —She's someone who pretends to be someone she's not because she simply doesn't know how to deal with her traumas, because she doesn't understand how our emotions and feelings work. That scares her... —I wish I could believe you, but she's a psychopath and you've developed Stockholm syndrome. Don't you see that? —Don't you see she suffers in her own way? Don't you do the same? She's not... what you say. She may have other mental disorders, but a psychopath can't develop feelings for other people or even care about someone. That's not thei

The hallucination talked again could feel the anger, disgust, hatred bottling up inside me. How should I explain? To be honest I don feel anything for killing people. I just like seeing their scared faces, begging me and crying for mercy. I love it all, if that makes me a devil. “Then I’ll consider myself as the devil.” I coldly murmured under my breath whilst punching the mirror until it shattered down into pieces. Leaving my right hand bleeding, the pieces of glass stuck into my skin. Covering my face with a bleeding hand, I smiled back at my reflection on the shattered pieces of mirror. “ I love giving pain, I love receiving pain, I’m a psychopath.”

I say sharing my disgust at him at the very moment. " This is not how you get someone to love you. You do not manipulate the person you love just to fucking get there attention, you cannot force me to love you,I have no control over my heart! The faster you understand that the better for you goddammit! " I say to him through gritted teeth.

But Lolita was just like her. “When you’ve completely lost touch with your own self-worth, your very identity, he convinces you that he’s the only one who could ever love someone so wretched. The love he first gave you is a high you remember, and like a junkie you keep doing the drug, waiting for that first rush again. But it never comes. Unfortunately, though, it’s too late. You’re hooked.” “He loved me,” I say pathetically. My doctor gives a sad, slow shake of his head. “Lolita, he was a psychopath. They don’t love.”

But that’s about it. “Ten years ago. And knowing you, it was probably just a… physical thing, I don’t think you got your cold heart involved,” he adds with a grimace before shaking it off, “But this is the real deal. Marriage and love, that’s something you don’t understand. Love is unconditional, it doesn’t have a switch you can turn on and off. When you actually love someone, you love their defects too. You can’t turn me against Berenice because I love her defects as well. I know damn well she’s a selfish and cunning and ruthless woman. I know she lies to me all the time. I know she just saw me as a sugar daddy at the beginning. I simply don’t care because I love her. It’s toxic, sure, but

Or else why would she share something that she has not shared with anyone else? I wish I could see her tomorrow 13 November 2010 ‘What do you do when the person you love the most loves someone else? Do you stop loving that person? Or do you love that person even more? It’s the latter for me.’ Ragini called me yesterday. I wish she hadn’t and I wish yesterday didn’t exist. I have never been inclined to meet any of Ragini’s friends and she had never asked. But when she called me and pestered me to meet a friend of hers, I knew I had competition. The person had to be really special. Even before I met him, I had only contempt in my heart for him.

She shook the ice inside it for a bit, before she drowned down everything in one gulp and slammed the glass back on the table. “Let’s not make this about me. No matter what happens, he’d never consider me as a wife.” “And I hear psychopaths can fall in love too. It may be rare but it’s not toally impossible.” “I say we should try this to find out. If it doesn’t work, I’ll just be getting rid of my sister and it’d cost you nothing since he wouldn’t know who did it.” “If it does work, then we’d both be gaining something out of it. It’s worth a try, don’t you think so?”