Does It Make Me A Bad Person? I like in ghosts. I like blood, and aren't afraid to see it. I like to see people break their bones. (WHAT? IT'S FUNNY WHEN YOU SEE A GROWN MAN CRY FROM BREAKING HIS ARM!) I like certain types of death. I like playing Piano. I like writing. I like reading. I dislike animal abuse. I dislike skanks. (Sorry I had to!) I dislike people who beat up homeless people. I dislike children in Africa who have very little. I dislike that I have too much. I dislike bullies, especially when someone is in a terrible state in #life and someone just comes along as wishes death upon them. Does this make me a bad person?