I've made people cry, which makes me feel like shit. But luckily I haven't done that in awhile now. Um, once when I was like 6 or 7, I threw a rock at a kid's head, (his name was Paul, I remember) and I just remember seeing the blood coming from his forehead. It was scary, the ambulance came, I felt bad. We were playing pirates or something. Hm, I remember I was in Texas once (wow, it feels like this thread is that preist you tell all your sins to) and erm, I remember reading all these Playboys and watching porn and shit. Porn...*sigh*, I always thought it was wrong; if you want to see it, make it, I say.

But yeah, I was like 12 though (which also makes it worse.) Hm, I've stolen things, which was bad 'cause my Mom found out and it wasn't good. (I remember I was like 4 and I stole a book from Walgreens, it was like...*doesn't even remember*) And I got in trouble. Not a lot of good stuff.