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Killed my brother. Specifically, I was responsible for his suicide.
What are some shitty things you've done? CONFESS. - Come on, none of us perfect; in fact that's why we're all here.
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I smoke everywhere I shouldn't, the slight thrill of getting away with it overrides my consideration for everything else and the only time I'll stop is when I don't smoke anymore.
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I have one that really bugs me because it was the last really shitty, absolutely selfish thing I did at a time I should have been past that sort of thing. Shit like this always sticks in my brain forever and randomly torments me, so at least I get somewhat punished.
My friend and I used to hit up thrift stores/garage sales every Friday to collect video games (back when it was financially possible...). So, we get to a pawn shop that has a couple of Dreamcasts for a good price. One comes with two controllers and the other has only one. My friends wants to buy the two controller one, and so do I. I was living with my brother at the time and reasoned that it made more sense to let me get that one since he didn't have anyone to play it with. To make matters worse, he actually didn't have the money to buy it so I was lending to him for his purchase. Despite this, he was uncharacteristically insistent I was being a jerk for wanting it and even the guy at the pawn shop was like "dude, just let him have it" so I eventually gave in and did so, buying the 1 controller one.
So, we get back to my place and start testing them. The one he bought with my lended money works fine, but mine has a busted reader and cannot play discs. At the time I am like somewhere between 18-20, and don't have a ton of cash so it really bothers me that my altruism punished me and he doesn't care that much I got screwed, nor is he that grateful I let him get first pick with my money. It really starts to get to me over a week or two. Eventually, I form a plan to swap my broken one with his since it's just in a drawer and he's not going to actually use it anytime soon. So, feeling justified in my reasons I take a duffel bag with my Wii (it had just released) over to his place in case we want to play, but also to conceal the swapping Dreamcast. Satan must have been on my side because coincidentally some issue occurred with his door lock while I was there leaving me inside his room and him outside it. While he got the tools to fix it, I made the switch.
I felt nice and justified, but some months later it started dawning on me just how crappy a thing it was to do even if I felt slighted in the beginning. I just held onto it feeling guilty as crap for a few years. Eventually he ended up selling it in a lot with some other stuff on eBay riding me of the evidence, but not the guilt. It's probably the most malicious thing I've done as an adult, the worst since has just been minor pettiness and some manipulative behavior.
My friend and I used to hit up thrift stores/garage sales every Friday to collect video games (back when it was financially possible...). So, we get to a pawn shop that has a couple of Dreamcasts for a good price. One comes with two controllers and the other has only one. My friends wants to buy the two controller one, and so do I. I was living with my brother at the time and reasoned that it made more sense to let me get that one since he didn't have anyone to play it with. To make matters worse, he actually didn't have the money to buy it so I was lending to him for his purchase. Despite this, he was uncharacteristically insistent I was being a jerk for wanting it and even the guy at the pawn shop was like "dude, just let him have it" so I eventually gave in and did so, buying the 1 controller one.
So, we get back to my place and start testing them. The one he bought with my lended money works fine, but mine has a busted reader and cannot play discs. At the time I am like somewhere between 18-20, and don't have a ton of cash so it really bothers me that my altruism punished me and he doesn't care that much I got screwed, nor is he that grateful I let him get first pick with my money. It really starts to get to me over a week or two. Eventually, I form a plan to swap my broken one with his since it's just in a drawer and he's not going to actually use it anytime soon. So, feeling justified in my reasons I take a duffel bag with my Wii (it had just released) over to his place in case we want to play, but also to conceal the swapping Dreamcast. Satan must have been on my side because coincidentally some issue occurred with his door lock while I was there leaving me inside his room and him outside it. While he got the tools to fix it, I made the switch.
I felt nice and justified, but some months later it started dawning on me just how crappy a thing it was to do even if I felt slighted in the beginning. I just held onto it feeling guilty as crap for a few years. Eventually he ended up selling it in a lot with some other stuff on eBay riding me of the evidence, but not the guilt. It's probably the most malicious thing I've done as an adult, the worst since has just been minor pettiness and some manipulative behavior.
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Sounds like the bitch deserved it. That‘s a dominance move if ever I saw one.
You should fuck her crush too, that’d show her.
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I stood a guy up for a movie date once. I went but I didn't approach him. He was starting to give me bad vibes so I decided to watch him for a bit and in the end choose not to meet with him officially.
I was maybe 14-15 but I still feel bad about it. Wish I would have had the sense not to invite him out and instead just told him I wasn't interested anymore.
I hope he's doing okay
I was maybe 14-15 but I still feel bad about it. Wish I would have had the sense not to invite him out and instead just told him I wasn't interested anymore.
I hope he's doing okay
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When I was still a kid myself I once made a racially charged joke to a younger Western-born Chinese boy. His friends laughed but I felt bad.
Karakhalkin-Gol
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This thread only exists to see if people know not to reveal their power level.
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When I was about 4 or 5 years old, I ate candy in the shopping aisles. I would also open toys and play with them in the aisles.
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I was briefly in a mental asylum for reasons (which I won't go into here because it isn't relevant to the thread) when I was 14 or so and there was an extremely delusional religious kid staying in the same dorm... er... I mean to say that he was delusional in the sense of seeing/hearing things that weren't there in a general, nutty sense, not in the way that all religious people are delusional for being religious in the first place and believing in... things that aren't there...
Er...
Well anyway...
So from my point of view, my parents had enough of me being a fucking weirdo and abandoned me in a place I felt I didn't belong, so, being a kid and feeling helpless, the only thing I could think of to do was to 'act out', as it were. I did a bunch of cringey/'edgy' shit, like drawing on the walls/furniture, throwing the ceramic mugs we got served our drinks in out the window (from the second floor room which served as our dining area) whenever I was done with them... stuff like that.
I suppose at this point it's as good a time as any to point out that this was way out of character for me, I'm generally a pretty chill guy, which only serves to make the next part worse:
The one thing I actually felt really bad about and which still bugs me to this day involves the religious kid. He'd mumble about how saints or demons or angels or whatever were telling him things, but he was an otherwise pretty sweet kid (from what I could gather). Still, one day, while playing Uno, I decided to fuck with him. I don't remember the details, but I'd try to scare him by saying something like "if the following card is an even number, you're going to hell, one of your saints/angels/demons told me", and then I would place down an even numbered-card. The look of sheer terror on this kid's face at once delighted and horrified me. There was a feeling of complete power and control over this poor dude, and it was exactly what I felt had been taken from me, and so I abused it. This guy unreservedly believed what I was saying, and it's only when you take into consideration what people like him actually believe hell is like, that you realize how awful it is. I was also at the age where I was smug about my atheism, so I probably held his belief in contempt, and it wouldn't surprise me if a part of me felt like I was 'owning' the 'religious guy'.
I don't really remember how it played out after that (likely because I subconsciously try to reject the memory as much as possible because I hate that I did it), but he didn't stay for much longer, as far as I can recall. No idea what happened to him, or if I even apologized.
There's a ton of other whacky shit that happened to me in that place, but yeah, that is one of the shittiest things I've ever done. Thanks for reminding me, you jerks.
Er...
Well anyway...
So from my point of view, my parents had enough of me being a fucking weirdo and abandoned me in a place I felt I didn't belong, so, being a kid and feeling helpless, the only thing I could think of to do was to 'act out', as it were. I did a bunch of cringey/'edgy' shit, like drawing on the walls/furniture, throwing the ceramic mugs we got served our drinks in out the window (from the second floor room which served as our dining area) whenever I was done with them... stuff like that.
I suppose at this point it's as good a time as any to point out that this was way out of character for me, I'm generally a pretty chill guy, which only serves to make the next part worse:
The one thing I actually felt really bad about and which still bugs me to this day involves the religious kid. He'd mumble about how saints or demons or angels or whatever were telling him things, but he was an otherwise pretty sweet kid (from what I could gather). Still, one day, while playing Uno, I decided to fuck with him. I don't remember the details, but I'd try to scare him by saying something like "if the following card is an even number, you're going to hell, one of your saints/angels/demons told me", and then I would place down an even numbered-card. The look of sheer terror on this kid's face at once delighted and horrified me. There was a feeling of complete power and control over this poor dude, and it was exactly what I felt had been taken from me, and so I abused it. This guy unreservedly believed what I was saying, and it's only when you take into consideration what people like him actually believe hell is like, that you realize how awful it is. I was also at the age where I was smug about my atheism, so I probably held his belief in contempt, and it wouldn't surprise me if a part of me felt like I was 'owning' the 'religious guy'.
I don't really remember how it played out after that (likely because I subconsciously try to reject the memory as much as possible because I hate that I did it), but he didn't stay for much longer, as far as I can recall. No idea what happened to him, or if I even apologized.
There's a ton of other whacky shit that happened to me in that place, but yeah, that is one of the shittiest things I've ever done. Thanks for reminding me, you jerks.
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I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
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i killed myself on facebook live while my family and friends watched.
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I stole from work, what was more interesting is the method, which they never figured out.
Step 1 was to pick the lock on the roof access door, take the padlock home and make a key for it. After that I just gathered up all the merch I wanted in a big ass duffle bag and snuck it onto the roof's edge. Then I throw a fishing line down the side of the roof, step 2 was to come back around 2-3 am and pull on the fishing line dropping the big ass bag full of expensive shit right off the roof. Wrist watches, $90 pairs of shoes, ammo. Anything that would fit in a duffle bag. I sold most of it to buy coke some of the profits I saved some of the shit I still wear to this day. Like I said they never figured out how it all went down.
Step 1 was to pick the lock on the roof access door, take the padlock home and make a key for it. After that I just gathered up all the merch I wanted in a big ass duffle bag and snuck it onto the roof's edge. Then I throw a fishing line down the side of the roof, step 2 was to come back around 2-3 am and pull on the fishing line dropping the big ass bag full of expensive shit right off the roof. Wrist watches, $90 pairs of shoes, ammo. Anything that would fit in a duffle bag. I sold most of it to buy coke some of the profits I saved some of the shit I still wear to this day. Like I said they never figured out how it all went down.
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When I was a baby shitted I danced on some woman's grave.
Her headstone said she liked dancing and my dumb ass baby brain thought she'd like it.
Her headstone said she liked dancing and my dumb ass baby brain thought she'd like it.
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I'd skip out on my last period in HS and drive an hour to sleep with what were essentially whores for cash. Honestly I regret a lot of my choices in HS.
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