The confession box

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Just for fun I've decided to title my confessions with one of the Seven Deadly Sins that "goes" with it. The last one was gluttony, this one will be...

SLOTH: I only wash my bed sheets once a month instead of every week like you're supposed to. Even worse, I sleep in just my underwear and a tank top, so more of my body fluids, especially sweat, are getting into the sheets. They never stink or look soiled, but we all know something can look clean but be crawling with horrible bacteria. Also It takes me about a couple of days to wash all my blankets and sheets, especially in the winter when I use more blankets.

i sleep in my bday suit always, and i last washed my bedding i can't remember how long ago, same for my daily clothing. i am quite the slob.

Self-harm

Fighting (PTSD causing stuff)

Harming those I love/I've loved emotionally

when i was young and dumb i pulled a pubic hair off of a cadaver. not respectful at all.

Just want to pass over with the least amount of pain and suffering….. have had enough of this …..
But weirdly enough people seem to enjoy my company .

I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.

I shot the sheriff, but I did not kill the deputy.

Despite having no genuine interest at all with reconnecting with my father after 9 years, I kind of want to, just so I can tell him how far I've come without his help, before he'll allegedly take credit.

I want to create a race of super-spergs.

Every last Autistic human will rule the entire galaxy, from this side of the universe to the next, backwards again, and a nose diving forward loop throughout time space, upside down and topsy turvy, inside out and outside in.

But we all must become compassionate humans, and expose the NT's as hate-breeders within an Autistic brain/mind grid paradigm.

I would also like to create a Fallout 3-esque Mesmetron to subdue the NT's who do not conform to the new Autistic ruling class.

We will be called the business class, donning suits and pineapple hats.

The working class shall be our NT subjugates, who we will treat kindly, as our child race.

Our guns will be painted a bright, neon yellow, to enforce our new regime.

I have just confessed a decade long love to someone as my final war cry.

They did not reciprocate.

I have a record book full of confessions.
It ranges from ruminations and rants, to narratives akin to storytelling.

And the dates are not in order except when it was written.
The entries of events itself could be as recent as hours ago, or over a decade when it happened.
Sometimes, it's timeless with an undefined timeline.


Basically a diary or a journal. Except not really a diary or a journal.
More like a pile of emotional paper work in my head that I've yet to sort, after the years of lacking enough secured privacy at home to express it on paper.

Oh, and yeah, texts (electronic writing) doesn't work the same way for me.
Maybe because of my experiences about having time limited access, to maintenance and my lack of gentleness around other items and devices in general.

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