jonas ludwig. five. cb

when i was seven, i witnessed a murder.

i think that it probably should have been more traumatizing than it was, and i feel pretty weird admitting that as much as it was definitely something i ended up having to go to therapy for as a young child, it didn't end up being something that like, ruined my life. it did, however, make me obsessed with solving murders.

i think most people are pretty surprised when i tell them that i'm into investigative work, and even more surprised when i tell them that i like to write about it and would love to, somehow, do that for the rest of my life. but i don't want to join the peacekeeper's academy, don't want to have to give my whole fucking life over to the government. i just love figuring things out, the puzzle of it all and sorting out what is fact and what is fiction, figuring people out, the choices that they make and the choices that they don't. people expect me to be something else, someone else. they think cause i'm a poor kid from the backend of five that i'm stupid, that i never learned anything and i never will, but it's not true.

it's not.