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I don't have anything else to confess.

Some bad people will have some things to confess regarding what they did to me, and some maybe have, maybe not. I'll forgive them all, because I've let go of those things and my grudges are just scars on my body, not my mind.

I judge my granddad a little, who fought in world war two, because he became hateful of his brother who was not conscripted to world war two, to fight for the United Kingdom & its British Empire and that future vision of hope for the world.

My granddads brother lost an eye to a catapult from a Bart Simpson esque character (a real life version), when he was 14 years old.

His name was Jimmy.

His nickname... Jimmy One-Eye.

I would rather live a soulful life in a world that I love, than a soulless life in a world that I despise.

I can tolerate existing in a world that I love even half-way.

But what has been the United Kingdom's culture in the past decade has made me want to vomit in my mouth, on a daily basis.

I really don't bother with people. I don't get all smarmy and philosophical about the "human condition." I feel like there are good people, and there are bad people----and I seek to avoid the bad people.

Nature----mountains, lakes, oceans, beaches, etc. is the thing that keeps me interested.

Because I'm a self-centered shmuck, I'm often convinced if I remove myself from existence that the world as we know it won't plummet into chaos.

That each day I live here, everything seems to slowly get worse.

On a school camping trip we sliced up some green persimmons and put in Margaret’s beef stew as a joke.We waited for a reaction, but there was none.We figured that Margaret didn’t chew when she ate.Just sort of sucked it down.

I confess that I have done things probably for selfish reasons in retrospect, but I usually do things with good intentions, even if I have deluded myself that those reasons were not ultimately selfish - in the past.

The judgement of ones own decisions in life and the paths taken, can change along the rivers of time.

I confess that the deadly sin of greed has caught up with me this evening, via the actions of another.

It is probably for the best.

i have failed people too many times due to immaturity and general flakiness.

I confess that I forgot the act of switching the buttons off on my usb hub and that this missed memory alarmed me as usually I remember everything in an Autistic manner.

My paranoia about forgetting things and anxiety about developing a memory disorder, makes me try harder to re-inforce my brain-neurons.

I'm easily emotionally blackmailed by anyone I love and respect enough, usually through themselves or someone else who I also love and respect enough.

I'm holding myself back. I don't want to do something I'd end up regretting.

But truth to be told, for as long as I could remember, I was more than ready to hate.
Ready to destroy and throw them all away.

I had never ever had been, ready to love.

Even if I can love, love someone back, and appreciate someone's love...
I had never been eager to do and attain it.

I'm not afraid of love.
I just fall very easily into and very eager to hate and rage with wrath.

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Attended Ted Nugent concert when I was a teenager.
I am so sorry.
Plus it was awful.Just awful.