One of my closest friends told me that I am a Psycho waiting to happen--with all the gruesome shows and documentaries I seem to be getting addicted to or as she may have said, always been drawn to--one day, I'll snap and will never look back. Two things she said, that I could end up to:

1. A serial killer
2. The ones you see on the streets, with disheveled clothing talking and laughing with themselves.

Of course she was kidding, or was she?

I could be both but kidding aside, I think she may have overestimated me. For a woman barely reaching five feet that would faint at the sight of blood in person, I could safely say that
I wouldn't hurt a fly.

But if there's one thing I've learned from...