Guilt.
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 1:37 pm
Note that I'm a thirteen year old boy.
Once upon a time I was a mean son of a bitch. Specifically, a delinquent. I enjoyed endlessly bullying my peers emotionally and physically while stealing whatever goods they had. Nothing sexual if that's what you're thinking.
Even worse, if I suspected someone was stupid enough to report my cruel acts then I would frame them. I was pretty much a sadist. I was also a Neo-Nazi. Yeah, heil Hitler and all that shit. Great, isn't it?
Now I feel absolutely horrible about the fact that I did all these crimes. Even worse is that besides my victims nobody else knows about them. My family thought of me as some sort of angel when in reality, it was a facade. I was a crook. So what did I do in order to seek redemption? I decided I would try to help people!
Whenever I tried to "help" someone it only caused that person harm. No matter how hard I tried to be a good person I always f***** up and became something of a bad luck charm towards my friends. None of this would of happened if I had just stopped. And yet on I marched. And for what? The truth is that I wanted to feel like something I was not. A hero. I was so wrapped up in my hero delusion that I denied I was doing anything wrong.
Nevertheless, it didn't matter to me. Until the day I came back to my senses I was living in my own fairy tale fantasy. So now that you're nearing the end of this what will you do now? Are you going to gawk at me and talk about how horrible I am like the last person? I can understand it if you do. After going for so long unpunished I could safely say it's what I deserve.
Once upon a time I was a mean son of a bitch. Specifically, a delinquent. I enjoyed endlessly bullying my peers emotionally and physically while stealing whatever goods they had. Nothing sexual if that's what you're thinking.
Even worse, if I suspected someone was stupid enough to report my cruel acts then I would frame them. I was pretty much a sadist. I was also a Neo-Nazi. Yeah, heil Hitler and all that shit. Great, isn't it?
Now I feel absolutely horrible about the fact that I did all these crimes. Even worse is that besides my victims nobody else knows about them. My family thought of me as some sort of angel when in reality, it was a facade. I was a crook. So what did I do in order to seek redemption? I decided I would try to help people!
Whenever I tried to "help" someone it only caused that person harm. No matter how hard I tried to be a good person I always f***** up and became something of a bad luck charm towards my friends. None of this would of happened if I had just stopped. And yet on I marched. And for what? The truth is that I wanted to feel like something I was not. A hero. I was so wrapped up in my hero delusion that I denied I was doing anything wrong.
Nevertheless, it didn't matter to me. Until the day I came back to my senses I was living in my own fairy tale fantasy. So now that you're nearing the end of this what will you do now? Are you going to gawk at me and talk about how horrible I am like the last person? I can understand it if you do. After going for so long unpunished I could safely say it's what I deserve.