Why is it that I feel all kinds of hate towards people I think are bad, and wish sadistic violence towards them, but the other night I felt really bad and guilty because I deliberately squashed a big black beetle I found crawling on my bed instead of just catching it in a jar and releasing it outdoors like I normally do? I've even caught mice that my two cats were chasing in my apartment and let them go outside before my cats killed them. Because of this some people think I have a good and kind heart, especially since they would just kill the mice, but they're wrong. I just have a higher regard for animals than humans and I must truly be a psychopath. 