I gave up Criminology area when much younger, before ending the Law degree, because of a kid's corpse.  It was fucking brutal watching it.  His father should protect and love him, not kill him.  It was the second dead child of my life and definitely it was enough, but had to watch more children corpses in the last months.  And lots and lots of people older and younger than me.

And, I ask pardon, but now I am completely sure that my life is a disgraceful shit, but I do love it.  I do love being alive.  It's always fucking interesting and my memories are part of who I am now.  My memories, fears, and traums can be scary or sad, but are important part of my life.  So I can live with them pretty well, I think.  Or I die trying it.  ;)

(But some problems are sooo fucking boring...  Me too, I know.  Sorry, bad mood.  Need more sugar.)