When I was 12 years old, I was under the influence of a lot of different psych meds, they kept adding them on without really giving it time, they’d put me on a med and send me home…
Well, I feel really awful about this and I cry about this until this day, but I’d take toads and throw them at the pavement and kill them, I’d kill a lot of toads then hide their bodies, and bury them.
I don’t know why I did it, but I did.. and now I’m so awfully depressed about it, I feel so sick when I think about it.. how I just killed those poor little babies :(… I honestly hate myself a lot.
