serial killers & the psychology of infamy

okay so i’ve been spiraling into true crime again. not in a quirky murder podcast way but like. what actually happens when a brain goes fully off the rails ?? it’s dark. messy. real. and kinda addictive to untangle.

charles manson didn’t even kill anyone directly. just whispered into ears and let the world burn. jeffrey dahmer? pure rot. loneliness + control + detachment = freezer full of regrets. zodiac was just ego w a pen, thinking murder is performance art. he thought he was clever. maybe he was. that’s the scariest part.

i like the ones who disappear. the ones who leave gaps. unfinished business. it makes your skin itch. like silence is louder than gore.

i’m not here to glamorize. just rot. trying to understand how the human brain collapses like that. like reading post-mortem poetry. fbi files feel like creepypasta when you read them sleep-deprived.

i think the worst part is realizing how close the abyss actually is. one wrong snap. one echo in the head too loud.

the internet made true crime an aesthetic. but under all the edits and tiktok voiceovers, it’s just real people breaking. breaking others.

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