How is it that an optimistic, positive person can have a fascination for all things violent? I like horror and gory movies, stories with violent events, death and depression, depressing songs. In my creative writing class my last semester which earned me my associate's degree, I wrote nothing but depressing stuff. My professor made a comment on a poem (it was the half with poetry and short stories) I turned in for homework on the fact most of my stuff thus far had been depressing and full of death.
There was a reason for the death since it was that semester that Jonathan had