(i should mention i'm not editing any of these.)
I've been killing for centuries while remaining in my 20's. Seems impossible, right? That's funny, because it's not.See, people always romanticize 'soul mates' and 'love.' But sometimes, you do crazy things for love. Or against it. Sometimes, you'd even kill against it. Sometimes, you just have to be selfish and decide that your happiness may be worth someone else's body. And that's fine.
I've taken 8 bodies so far, but only one life. The same life 8 times. Some would say that's the work of a serial killer. I say a hopeless romantic.
That's a difference between you and me. You would be content with settling down, finding your soul mate, and then dying together.
I hate romance, almost as much as I hate the thought of death. Death scares me.
I don't want to die, and I never will. As long as everything goes according to plan.
I stopped aging at 18, then met my soulmate soon after. It was then that I realized that death was a scary thought. The thought that one day I'll just be gone with no trace of me left behind, because, frankly, I won't be anyone important. Just a 'crazed murderer' as the papers so kindly. Thinking this, I figured I could live forever and just become a murderer.
Now, you might be asking "how?" And to be fair, it took me years to figure out myself.
You stop aging once you become 18. That is, until you meet your soul mate. Then, in theory, you both age and grow old together.
However, if you don't know them for more then a year and they meet their demise.
well, i might actually write this. idk.
k bye
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Inspiration
Randomjust me being inspired enough to write a little, but not enough for a story. most of these aren't a lot of words. these aren't stories! i'll just hate myself if i don't write them, even a little bit.
