As a normal human being would, I'd do things, see people and go places. Yet I see everything in a different light. I watched my grandfather die, and instead of crying, I was inspired. I have a morbid attraction to death and blood. I like blood, yet am squeemish. I get urges to write and I can write 10 different things in one day, and then I don't touch a pen for weeks... ok days.. ok fine I'm addicted! So sue me! I love writing. I like making people wonder about their own mentality after reading my stuff. I want people to look inside themselves and question their morals and values... I wish I could talk as well as I write. My life would be so much easier!