Confessions IRL - of varying degrees of seriousness

I ate a baby toad once. I’m not proud of it, it just kind of happened. It pains me to think about how scared and confused it was, wondering “Why am I not home?” and “Why am I in some sort of acid pond that’s burning my skin?” And what if it was looking for its mother? It was just a baby!
 
I technically stole a book from a library when I was a kid. It was no longer in print and I couldn't order it anywhere, and I felt like I was the only one who ever checked it out, because I would return it and then immediately check it out again. One day I hid the book in my room and told my mother I lost it, and she chewed me out and paid the costs for the book to the library. But they never replaced it.
I still feel guilty about that, lmao. It was a collection of Sherlock Holmes stories, ironically.
 
I ate a baby toad once. I’m not proud of it, it just kind of happened. It pains me to think about how scared and confused it was, wondering “Why am I not home?” and “Why am I in some sort of acid pond that’s burning my skin?” And what if it was looking for its mother? It was just a baby!
Giving this one my vote, but I know worse things will be posted
 
in college we figured out how to steal books from the library. It was honestly pretty easy. Take to a downstairs always empty conference room, open the window and hand it to your confederate. It was easy. We would steal books that weren't supposed to be let out of the building, Wrap them in paper to protect them, and then return them just to let ourselves know we could do it and the library (indirectly) being let know someone could do it
 
I stole a boy's pencil and successfully framed a girl in the class I didn't like :unholy:
 
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Got into an autistic slapfight/argument with a writing group of mine over a story idea I wrote years ago; it was legit entirely my fault, I was being a complete dumbass, and... well, let's just say that I was Persona Non Grata in that group for quite some time. I was eventually allowed back in, but left again afterwards due to personal reasons.

What's exceptionally bad, is that said story idea fits extremely well with a plot I've gotten written down, but I'm hesitant about using due to the aforementioned drama; still a sore and shameful moment of mine, even though I'm not sure if anyone else really remembers it.
 
You know those videos where dogs step into a pond because they mistake the dense water lilies for solid ground? I made that mistake when I was 8. I almost drowned and my body was covered head-to-toe in leeches.
 
I used to regularly fantasize about killing an abusive family member when I was in middle school. I knew it was seriously wrong, so I obviously never even made an effort to actually attempt it. However, to this day, I still believe some people are just too evil to be allowed to live because of that piece of shit. They're still a terrible person and basically got away with everything they did, and I plan to piss on their grave when they inevitably pass.
 
I am both the Zodiac killer and the Monster of Florence. Also I robbed 34 banks, carried out hits for the mob and the CIA, helped Bush plant explosives into the twin towers, and have extensive contacts with former nazis in South America.

Edit: oh yeah, I forgot taking part in unethical experiments on octomantis aliens in area 51.
 
I'm JD Cooper, and a lot of the absolute bullshit you have to put up with to board a commercial flight is directly my fault. Luckily after 9/11 happened and the time that shoe-bomb retard just set his foot on fire, people started blaming Islamic terrorists for the indignities of airport security and my name rarely comes up anymore.
 
Whenever I walk by someone wearing stupid looking clothing I tell them it looks good because I want to see more people dressed like idiots cause it's funny to me

This has made me paranoid that whenever a random person complements me that I look stupid.
 
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