So, seriously.

If I were ever to be put on trial, my inquisition would probably, more or less, go about in this manner:

Why did you do it?
Because I was bored.

Why did you do it?

Because I wanted to be bad.

Why did you do it?

Because I was curious.

Why did you do it?
Because it seemed like fun.

Why did you do it?

Because I wanted to feel something different.

Why did you do it?

Because it's nothing I've ever felt before.

Why did you do it?

Because I didn't want to be left out.

Why did you do it?

Because I was afraid I would grow old and die and never get my chance.

Why did you do it?

Because I wanted to be stupid.

Why did you do it?

Because I let the devil control me.

Why did you do it?

Because I chose to.

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I realize that it's useless to explain your shit to people who have already conjured up misconceptions about you in their heads anyway. There is just no friggin' point. They will continue to believe what their narrow-minded think machines tell them to believe; they will continue to judge you on what they believe to be true, which is rarely ever a fact. But that's how the world works; that's how people work. We are monsters deep inside, all of us, waiting to be unleashed.

Then again, we also have the capacity to control our little monsters. Hello, freewill.

You either feed the good dog or the bad dog; now that's something an individual has control over. 

There are times, however, human as we are, when we fatten up the wrong dog.

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Why did you do it?

Because I couldn't think of another way to destroy myself.