This one time, I was with this girl, and like she was talking about how she'd rather be hanging out with some other guy, so I lost it and I smashed the bottle I was holding in her face....I just lost control and I just kept hitting her and hitting her and blood began to come out of her ears and stuff and I was so worried I didn't know what to do so I dragged her body out to some woods and then I burned it and her clothes, put her in a garbage bag and buried it...I feel so awful about that every day...
Oh, but even worse: I once had a library book that was a day overdue....I feel so ashamed....*weeps*