Okay yahoo, I am scared, and in need of help. (Long.)?

I actually began to get nervous about me becoming a pedophile around the time I was addicted to porn. So, I looked it up on urbandictionary.com to see what anyone would say about it. I looked at the last page and the last poster said that it would turn you into a pedophile. I got frightened, for this was the last thing I wanted to be. Who the hell would? Anyway, a week after reading, I went into Encyclopedia Dramatica and looked at a whole lot of articles, clicking link after link. Then I clicked on the page that said 'Virgin Killer.' I already read that page around three years before when I was thirteen, so I decided to look at it and see what other funny stuff the people put on there. I saw the original cover art and for some reason......It moved. I freaked out a bit and left the page, thinking that the semi-***** would go away. But it turned into a raging *****. I clicked on that tab again and I went on to another page. Later that day, I masturbated, thinking about girls from school, hot girls on the net, but it came to the point where I wasn't reaching that peak yet. So, as you have guessed it, I thought about the cover art. Can't remember whether or not I had an orgasm thinking about it, but I guess that isn't the point. Didn't really make me nervous after that, since it was only once, right? Then I went on this phase of where killing pedophiles was something I wanted to do like, really badly. Didn't really think much about pedophilia, other than killing those who practiced it and feeling sympathy for the victims. And one of the thoughts that drove me insane was the thought that you are who you hate the most. I tried reasoning with that intrusive thought, but gave up with the thought. Anyway, so June arrives, and so does summer vacation. Last summer before I have responsibilities, before I become a senior. How nice it seemed. I went to my friend's friend's house for a ride, then saw his little three year old sister wearing only a large shirt. I looked away and tried my hardest to not get a *****, for I was afraid of getting one. I don't recall getting one at all, but it might have moved once or twice if at all. Throughout the month, I kept getting slightly nervous and a little weird around them, but it never got bad. That was, until the week of father's day. It never got extreme, but I started to get nervous at the topic and the thought of children having sex. Got even more nervous at the thought of me enjoying these thoughts. Then on a Friday of that following week, I went to Walmart with my fragile mind. Saw too many ******* kids and one of them just so happened to be wearing shorts. I saw her butt and tried my hardest to look away. The thought of looking away and whether or not I was attracted circulated my brain until she went away. This is where the obsessive thinking began. Long story short, my brain battled against itself with whether or not I was a pedophile. It used arguments from the past, like why did I get a ***** from the virgin killer album, or why I was wishing I was younger, or whether or not I enjoyed sights of children. Whenever I was convinced I was a pedophile, I just said to myself that when I grew older, I would move away from this place and move to another place where children are non-existent. It comforted me, and I came up with a solution that I wasn't a pedophile. So like....what the ****? I often found myself trying to avoid places that might contain a lot of children unless I was forced to go or whatever. And if I did see a lot of children, I would look away the opposite direction so I don't get tempted to get turned on or to molest them. Desperate for answers, I looked up pedophilia to see if I relate to any of the symptoms. Anything that sounded like me, I got nervous at. (Like for instance, receiving great distress from these thoughts. Probably the only one I could think of that I actually relate to.) And there were a few days where I compared and contrasted my reactions to what I masturbated to. As sick as it is to say this...(Please don't judge too harshly...)....I masturbated thinking about child sex abuse, then I thought about ******* women. I liked women better, but still. Then I discovered POCD (Pure obsessional OCD) and GAL and wondered if I was able to fit into any of those categories. So I am wondering, what the hell is going on? Am I a pedophile? Am I POCD? What's going on?