The only thing permanent in this life, is impermanence. Death. Something that never goes away. And never stops happening. What is the most wicked way to die? Do you know? Cause I sure don't. What's the most unsadistic way to kill? The most normal way to tell your loved ones that you've developed psychotic tendencies and killed nine people? There isn't a "normal" way to go about any of it. But I kill. I kill for the way it makes me feel. The rush I get. The adrenaline that gets my heart pumping and makes me know that I can do anything I want at anytime and get high off the feeling. I'm an adrenaline junkie. I love the way the adrenaline flows through my veins. The way it perfectly mixes with my drug high and makes me do crazy things. Does that make me insane? Maybe a little bit. But does that mean I can't love or be loved? No.

A not for homophobic account :)

⚠️𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠⚠️ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭/𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭.