When I was about 15 I had a kill book I used to note down childishly horrible methods to kill people that I felt have wronged me. Completelly unrelated to this: Until about turning 18ish, I was pretty sure, never to have hit puperty. One day I was simply grown up. I just had this phase where nobody understood me and I was all alone on this dark, cold planet. wearing my mask to fit in, while having to work away at my sheltered semi-private boarding school. The agony of violin lessons, the pain of my short stories being woefully misunderstood...
Well. I would have loved to cut out photos of people I disliked and inserted them in this image. You know. Totally grown up.
Goddam I am happy I discovered the internet quite late. I shared some of my really angry fantasies though. Back, when the first Twisted-homepage had a forum behind a password wall were some others shared their EVIL fantasies as well.
When I look back on this: I think it is healthy. We never acted on it (I hope...) and this kind of outlet is a big relief from time to time.