Sidetracked

they’re looking for a monster.
Not a girl who loves red.
Not a girl who is falling in love.
Not a girl who died ten years ago.

It’s sad that I want to hide my bodies now so that my boyfriend gets a break and can spend more time with me.

A serial killer sharing a house with a homicide detective and a FBI agent.
Life doesn’t get more complicated than this.

I feel more human with each passing day. Less like a soulless monster with a thirst for blood.
Not that I want to stop killing; I just want to feel more like the carefree, happy girl I was before they stole it all. Before they ruined me.

There’s a certain high you get from fooling the world into thinking you’re the lamb instead of the rabid wolf.

I jog upstairs, head into my secret room, and touch the apple on my desk. It’s a wax apple, brilliantly red, and there are seven nails sticking out of it. Still many more to go.

Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes.

—Confucius

Virtue is not left to stand alone. He who practices it will have neighbors.

—Confucius

Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change.

—Confucius

Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change.

—Confucius