What is life? I have no idea. I just read a book that has questioned my absolute sanity. To think that these cruel thoughts can actually tarnish ones mind, truly boggles me. How do these famous murderers feel as they achieve the highest achievement a killer can make? For me, life itself has been thrown of it's axis and I'm now spiraling down into the depths of mystery and thrills. Wish me the best of luck as I embark into more thrilling mystery, that slowly rip away my sanity piece by piece.