When I was in the fifth grade I wrote horrible, targeted graffiti on the wall of my school’s bathroom stall. It was incredibly hateful and the school launched a full-scale investigation to find the culprit. I did this all year but I never got caught. I even put myself on some of the messages so nobody would suspect me. Then summer break happened, and I didn’t do it the next year, and everyone seemed to forget about it. It’s been about ten years since this, but I still don’t know why I did it. I could speculate possible reasons all day but I have no idea why I started doing this, or kept doing it even when I knew that I was hurting people. I’ve never told anybody that it was me.
