Confession
- Thread starter Morrigan
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I confess to having nothing to confess.
Saki Kasukabe
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for one whole week, i believed i was asexual
I confess that all my confessions are lies... Except that one... And that one... And that one...
It was a lie... But not this... Or this... Or this...
I confess to having an obsession with confessions about my obsessions. 
I did it...
I didn't mean to, but I did it!
That poor bastard....
I shot that sonnava bitch dead; I killed him!
There weren't supposed to be bullets in that gun...It was just supposed to be a game; nothing serious! Now what's left of his head is splattered all over the wall like fresh paint.
What am I going to do? I can't stay here. Someone'll be back soon. There's no use trying to hide the body, they blood on the wall speaks for itself. My clothes are covered in blood; I'll have to change them.
I rush over to the poor bastard's closet and cram myself into a pair of trousers and shirt that are two sizes too small.
Poor fit and skinny bastard....
I can't leave the gun here, I'll have to take it with me. I put on my unbloodied jacket and stuff the gun into the inner pocket.
I look back at the poor bastard's remains before leaving, and try my best to stomach the vomit I'm ready to up-chuck at any minute. All I can do is let out a small "sorry" and I close the door behind me.
I can be forgiven, can't I?
I didn't mean to, but I did it!
That poor bastard....
I shot that sonnava bitch dead; I killed him!
There weren't supposed to be bullets in that gun...It was just supposed to be a game; nothing serious! Now what's left of his head is splattered all over the wall like fresh paint.
What am I going to do? I can't stay here. Someone'll be back soon. There's no use trying to hide the body, they blood on the wall speaks for itself. My clothes are covered in blood; I'll have to change them.
I rush over to the poor bastard's closet and cram myself into a pair of trousers and shirt that are two sizes too small.
Poor fit and skinny bastard....
I can't leave the gun here, I'll have to take it with me. I put on my unbloodied jacket and stuff the gun into the inner pocket.
I look back at the poor bastard's remains before leaving, and try my best to stomach the vomit I'm ready to up-chuck at any minute. All I can do is let out a small "sorry" and I close the door behind me.
I can be forgiven, can't I?
Course you can Addle, as long as you thought about what you did and you're sorry. 
So if I cut off your arm, think about it, and say sorry I can be forgiven?Course you can Addle, as long as you thought about what you did and you're sorry.
Of course you can... Just like if I cut off your arm.
I'm your fool.
Everyone's got their chains to break.