I murdered a village of innocent defenseless babies... [spoiler]I'VE NEVER FELT SO ALIVE! [/spoiler]

Made some brownies, with weed and exlax, to give people the sh1ts and giggles. The evil part was super gluing all the bathroom doors shut

Reverse my car and "accidentally" running over my neighbors German Shepard Damn dog wouldn't stop barking at night

Nothing

I unplugged a bounce house and watched the kids roll into the crease forming in the center while their parents screamed in panic :) [spoiler]i'm really a good person[/spoiler] [spoiler]now[/spoiler] [spoiler]mostly[/spoiler]

Pissed in my friends apple juice and he drank the whole thing

Drank Pepsi.........OUTTA [b][i][u]COKE[/u][/i][/b] GLASS

Made the younger brother of a kind of friend of mine suck his mom's dildo by holding him down and forcing it in his mouth. Hey the little shit deserved it.

Pushed my sister down the stairs because she stole my barbie.

Prior drug addict. Robbed people to satisfy my addiction. I decided to leave everything that wasn't self-constructive. Currently sober from all drugs, not including alcohol. A year away from graduating with a Computer Science degree in hopes of working as a video game programmer. Naughty Dog, here I come.

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You bby ;3

Q: "Hope you step on a lego" A: That is soo evil, I accidentally stepped on Legos and it was pure evil

A called a girl many a mean words, she was not getting the point that I did not want to date her and lost it. She ran away crying.

I'm to this day a drug addict and habitual alcoholic. I'm not nearly as bad as I was months ago, I used to be pretty active on this site until then. I had been dating the girl who I thought to be the love of my life, until she robbed me blind, took my wolf hybrid, Vagabond, and left me high and dry as she ran away with my former best friend. I'm an extremely negative person, and the word introvert doesn't even cover how in my own head I am so having all that going well for me was an all time high. My wolf hybrid was my best mate since I was 13 since I didn't have many friends and my parents died early on. Come to find out, after having almost beat my addiction and getting over my girlfriend and what not, that she left my best friend and ended up with some abusive piece of shit and he ended up getting high off the drugs my girlfriend had stolen from me and he beat Vagabond to death. My Ex didn't even call the police or anything to honor Vagabond since she was too scared that they'd throw the piece of shit in prison so she threw Vagabond's body into the lake where I found him after he had ran away from some breeder. She threw him out of the car she stole from me. All this I found it via text messages she sent me. This information caused me to fully relapse into my old drug and alcohol induced behaviour. The only difference is, after failing grief counselling and taking too much time off work trying to find Vagabond's body and having spent every penny I earned hiring professional divers to look for him, I got fired from my job. I had no money to fuel my addiction, so I started robbing people. When this proved not to be enough, I started doing home invasions. One night, on my third invasion, I miscalculated and realised the family was home after I was already in the home. I planned on hiding in the bathroom until they all went to sleep, and I got bored so I did a line of coke that I had in my pocket. My highs always involved emotional instability and immense adrenal responses. I decided to go out and just rob them, I had a gun with no bullets just in case I had to scare anyone. After the Father called my bluff he realised I didn't have any bullets and rushed me so I knocked him out with a lamp, and started bashing his head in with it. His 13 year old daughter rushed me so I stabbed her with a fireplace poker that had been knocked over. I forced the mother to give me all their money and car keys and left in their car. I don't know what happened to any of them, but the moment I got off my high I started crying and I just wanted to die. Not so much because of how I ruined that family and potentially killed two of them, people die everyday. But because the situation I've been put in was due to all the people in my life that completely -blam!-ed me over. I decided to kill myself but I wanted to kill my Ex and her boyfriend first so I went to their house and her Ex immediately tried to beat the shit out of me so I smashed his nose with my gun and stabbed him in the neck with the stolen car keys, and pulled out my switchblade and started stabbing him.. My ex called the cops and I pleaded self defence as he blacked my eye and broke my nose.Due to how minor these injuries were they assumed I had tried to kill him and he defended himself but I overpowered him. My Ex, who I was sure going to have me executed, testified proactively for my plead for self defence with no hesitation. I was ecstatic that she didn't have me killed, and she fell right back into my arms. I still got 2 months in a mental institute since the amount of damage I caused to him was beyond that of self defence, also the police walked in on me about to slit my Ex's throat.Despite all that we fell in love again, and in a few months time, she robbed me blind again. THATS when I hit rock bottom, which I think is where I am now. I still got 2 months in a mental institute since the amount of damage I caused to him was beyond that of self defence, also the police walked in on me about to slit my Ex's throat. I now work as a psychiatric consultant and I still plan on killing myself, but only after I've found Vagabond's remains or anything that resembles it, even a collar would work. I've planned on having my suicide note detail whom ever is in charge of my funeral to bury me with whatever's left of Vagabond. Prior to killing myself, I'm definitely killing my Ex, no doubt about it that has to be done. Well, no real way to conclude this, so ya.