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A while ago, I followed an IG account of a Japanese woman. I thought she was cute and I like seeing pretty things on my feed. Recently she came up again on my screen.
But this time for an entirely different reason. Her name is Yuka Takaoka. Or as the internet has come to know her, the Yandere Girl. My heart pounded in my chest when I began to read and look at the photographs of the crime that had taken place only a few days ago. I was shocked yet excited. I've not been this excited since Miss Columbine. I just adore the unusual, disturbing and morbid.
This is the closest I've ever been to a criminal. This may be the only time I've come close to a criminal and maybe my last if I don't take up my criminology course in university. My mind was in a dimly lit place before but lately...
It's going into a darker place. I don't wanna stop, I wanna embrace it, it's the only thing waking me up and pushing me forward. I enjoy it so much and my knowledge goes far on the disturbing. I could write books on this, I could write stories that involve this.
When I was diagnosed with Autism, the assessor said she met many people who are Autistic that have a passion for criminals. I told her why I think this might be and she agreed. Many people who work in criminology have some form of special needs that has had them locked on this passion. I think due to my working diagnosis of another mental illness it has me obsessed. I'm labelled as a Cause For Concern anyway, I'm sure if I go too far they'll tell me to stop and they'll give me more help than I had before.
My heart is pounding and the anxiety that sat in my stomach changed to excitement. Fuck that anxiety and that bitch who gave it to me. She's inspired monsters and characters. That's as much as I'll thank her for.
But this time for an entirely different reason. Her name is Yuka Takaoka. Or as the internet has come to know her, the Yandere Girl. My heart pounded in my chest when I began to read and look at the photographs of the crime that had taken place only a few days ago. I was shocked yet excited. I've not been this excited since Miss Columbine. I just adore the unusual, disturbing and morbid.
This is the closest I've ever been to a criminal. This may be the only time I've come close to a criminal and maybe my last if I don't take up my criminology course in university. My mind was in a dimly lit place before but lately...
It's going into a darker place. I don't wanna stop, I wanna embrace it, it's the only thing waking me up and pushing me forward. I enjoy it so much and my knowledge goes far on the disturbing. I could write books on this, I could write stories that involve this.
When I was diagnosed with Autism, the assessor said she met many people who are Autistic that have a passion for criminals. I told her why I think this might be and she agreed. Many people who work in criminology have some form of special needs that has had them locked on this passion. I think due to my working diagnosis of another mental illness it has me obsessed. I'm labelled as a Cause For Concern anyway, I'm sure if I go too far they'll tell me to stop and they'll give me more help than I had before.
My heart is pounding and the anxiety that sat in my stomach changed to excitement. Fuck that anxiety and that bitch who gave it to me. She's inspired monsters and characters. That's as much as I'll thank her for.
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