I'm obsessive with morbid/death/murder stuff, especially related to kids/serial killers.
I almost don't sleep and when I do I only have nightmares (during my whole life, as far as I remember, only had 4 non-nightmare dreams and all of them are always the same).
I have a voice in my head that talks to me in English and, sadly, it's better at it than me.
I've been writing a book I'm not yet sure if I'm comfortable releasing it to the public no matter how few people would read it - deep inside I believe there aren't many people out there capable of reading a sexual abuse from the perpetrator's point of view without feeling nausea.
I have a very detailed plan about what to do, where to go for supplies (including a variety of weapons - due to my detailed mental schematic of the local gun store) if a zombie outbreak happens in the future, of course my plan would work for pretty much any global catastrophe that wouldn't kill me immediately.
I don't experience feelings like I know I should, most of the times I don't feel what I say I feel, I only say it because I know that's what normal people would say. There's very few things that really makes me feel something and even then it's not the right feeling for the occasion/situation.
I say I'm a masochist, but the reality is that I have a high pain tolerance I've been building since a young age without knowing the reason why I do it but it helped me a lot in several situations in my life.