I cry everyday because I feel like shit for the things I did to my cat. It has been almost 10 years since he died but I still cannot get over it. I was an

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I cry everyday because I feel like s*** for the things I did to my cat. It has been almost 10 years since he died but I still cannot get over it. I was an awful person. Adderall turned me into an angry monster. I keep thinking about the pain and misery I put my cat through and I really want to kill myself. I hate myself. I cannot believe the thing I did to me. There was a time I starved him and refused his medical care and I abused him. When I was oversea, I used to feed stray cats/dogs and took them to the hospitals when I saw them got hit by a car, but I treated my cat/my baby awfully. Sometimes my cat was so scared that he peed himself. He was a wonderful cat. He was never aggressive to me even though I was awful to him. He never make a mess and he was well behaved, but I put all the anger on him. I was angry that I had to clean up after him…when I was the one who chose to have him and it was my responsibility. I thought about how my mom abused me and complained how she needed to clean up after me when I was a child. My parents used to beaten me with a belt, a broomstick, a brush and I thought about those when I abused my cat. My brain was broken and I couldn’t control my anger. I ruined my life. I ruined everything. I hate myself. I wish I were never born. I can’t stop thinking about the pain my cat had to experience, he was cold, hungry, scare and I think about that everyday. I thought I had I could abuse him because I had to clean up after him- the same way my mother abused me because she had to take care of me when I was younger. I got my cat when he was just a baby. He missed his mother. I brought a cat stroller and took him for a walk when I first got him. I got the nice toys for him, but then I turned into an angry person because of adderall. He was sleeping in a stroller, probably thinking about the time I was nice to him but I threw him out of stroller because I turned into an angry person. I made him sleep in cold hard floor and I left the window open in winter and it was freezing. I want to die. I was a disgusting person. I hate myself.

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I was 14 for my first television show and on the side stage before going on camera one day the producer’s son that was 8 years old came up to me dragged up a chair and started hugging me and kissing me for righteously and started massaging my d*** and continued until it ejaculated and then he put my hand on his d*** which was very hard and then moved my hand up and down and I gave him a throbbing o***** as well we continue that for the rest of our lives and moved to Italy when he was 14 and got married I’m 20 years later we would not have it any other way but the point of this message is he chose that at 8 years old and it’s not regretted a moment of it and neither have I when we spent the night together he enjoyed f****** me and became one of the smartest people in his class…… He would spend the night with me on a night before filming and then later I stayed in his suite at his home and he began f****** me at 9 years old and had the most beautiful sounds of ecstasy his mother would come in and say you boys don’t stay up too late now as his d*** was throbbing in me….. After we were together about 6 months he had two other brothers and he said could we help them have o***** so he let them f****** as they had no one to give them o*****…… They were so incredibly beautiful …. Robbie showed them how to f****** from the rear and how to lubricate the p**** and they watched until they completed o***** and then the next one took his turn while the other two stood by with hard dicks throbbing even though they had just completed f****** me they both kissed my heart throbbing d*** as they went back to their own rooms Robbie took care of my d*** after they left and drank everything and became a part of me later with his first e********** as he was f****** me I became a part of him through The years our passion and love for each other have never stopped that is why I cannot identify with the control people want to have over what boys do with their d*** and who they can give it to and what they can do with it it’s a part of who they are it helps them become who they are meant to be

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