I was wondering if you have an answer for what this is. Just hear me out. So my family recently got a kitten. We’ve had it for about a week so I haven’t really spent much time with it. Today I came home from a family gathering with my siblings and wanted to play with the cat. My brother was outside cuddling the feline and I asked him if I could pet it. He said no and ran around the yard with the thing. He even choked it once. I did everything I could to get that cat because I was so mad. I didn’t even care about the cat at that point. I cared about getting even. My mother finally called me inside and when I told her what happened she silenced me. You have no idea how mad I was at that point. So you know what I did? I sat on my bed, swimming in my anger and thought about how I could kill my brother. I looked around my room until I finally saw a decoration that used to hang on out door and I decided that I could bludgeon him with that. I thought about smashing his head into the small strip of concrete in our yard. I thought about cracking his skull and seeing a dent in his forehead. I was horribly angry. All over a cat. These weren’t intrusive thoughts, I created these thoughts, I even thought about how to get rid of the DNA evidence and where I would bury the murder weapon. I’m not even an adult yet and these kind of things are coming into my mind? I mean this isn’t the first time something like this has happened, but still I wanted to know if it was something that was wrong with me. I’ve always been a VERY angry person so these thoughts aren’t unusual. If I’m being honest I’ve never felt bad about having those thoughts. They always make me feel better actually. I get even when I think about those things. The only thing that can ever get me to have second thoughts about thinking about things like that is the fact that I think God is going to kill me. Yeah. You heard me right. In the middle of one of my scenarios I think about how he could just take while I’m sleeping tonight and how I’ll go to hell because of thinking of things like that. If I didn’t think God existed I would feel nothing during my imaginings. Really the only thing religion makes me feel about those thoughts is fear, not remorse. So does this mean there is something wrong with me or is it normal to think like this? I’m honestly curious.