As a child I left the toilet seat up one night. My sister fell in and nearly drowned. 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.
