Creepy Little Thing

So... Now I talk about my addiction to CreepyPasta.

I really like things that scare me.

I really, really like things that scare me.

CreepyPastas are these little horror stories that started popping up online a while ago. I like them because I think myself brave to be able to listen to them before bed and sleep soundly, if not more restfully then otherwise. I often end up having dreams I could turn into CreepyPastas, but never do. I have strange little infatuation with certain ways of dying or injuries to a certain part of the body. My main obsessions are with the sternum and throat, specifically the side of the neck just under the jawbone. I like the idea of a suicide in which one takes a knife, presses it just under the right side of the jaw bone, a little under the ear, and slicing the throat outwardly until they die of blood loss. 

I don't know if I said this, but I'm very, very twisted. 

I may or may not post a link to my ongoing horror story that I've been writing for a while. It's call, "To Miss Bug," that may change later. 
Sincerely, Alex.