I am 18 and I feel few legitimate emotions: every aspect of existence only teasing what I could imagine is the part of me that supposed to produce joy or sadness. That part of me doesn't exist, and in its place is a shell of a what should be human, but isn't. I have never felt true love, I think, and any relationship I have or ever had was out of pure manipulation to my benefit of entertainment (mostly). I prefer to be alone, frequently and fluently faking real emotion so that I can appease the people around me. My intense thoughts or desires keep myself company, and I have had some intense thoughts -- hurting something breathing isn't a foreign thought to me, though I never act on it out of fear I'll get caught. The weird thing is that it doesn't scare me, and sometimes I feel superior to the people I surround myself with -- as if at any moment I could break free from my flesh prison and become God. This narcissism is temporary.
I don't have much history, or at least none that would be important here: my parents separated at an early age, but I was loved regardless. Nothing caused me to be this way, and it has only gotten more severe over the years. I feel like any humanity I had is lost, and now I drift through life as an alien. Film, Music, and other forms of art are the only thing I have amusement and genuine care for.
I want feedback. Anything would be appreciated.