In 1987 I forgot to rewind a video tape I had rented from Blockbuster. Lord Jesus, please forgive me.
Well into my twenties and even sometimes in front of girlfriends my mom would occasionally randomly tickle my b*** when she walked by, we always thought it was funny, just a boy mom thing I guess
I’m plagued with thoughts of r*** and homocide and I don’t know how to stop it, I don’t think I can. It feels me with immense guilt, especially when the person that I’m looking at, thinking of, doesn’t even know what kind of sick and terrible things I want to do to them. It’s sick. And unfortunately those thoughts have been worsening lately. They’ve gotten so extreme that I’m afraid I’m going to give in to them soon.
