So every other month on weekends I look up sex offenders. And I take down addresses and every night on a Friday and Saturday if I’m not doing anything I egg their homes. Or sometimes I’ll order a bunch of pizzas to their homes. Nothing physical just terrorizing them

Edit: My 7 year old cousin was a Victim. She’s not my daughter but her mother is like my sister. I was there when she was born. When you had someone who you love victimized, you’ll understand. Fuck you and fuck any sympathizers.

So hear me out. This is a bit weird and my girlfriend disagrees with me on this but it's become a bit of an addiction. I saw a Facebook post on my feed a week ago that was just straight up Nazi support. Like the 1940s Nazi party. Some vile shit. And I noticed that many of the commenters have their full name and locations in their bio. Well, Google is a lovely thing. I haven't doxxed anyone and don't intend to but I definitely have been getting some joy out of their threats. I don't have my name, information, or even a profile picture on my page so I don't really care. It's brought me immense joy and I do about 2 or 3 people a day while dropping logs at the office. I'm not really proud of it because many of the people end up being old divorced dads and their life probably already sucks. I want to stop but it genuinely makes me so happy every time I find someone's LinkedIn or their address on Whitepages. And like I know I'm not changing their beliefs but it's like gambling you know? Will this 38 year old man from Idaho have a LinkedIn profile? No but I can send him his mom's obituary. I think about this while I work. Yes I know it's kind of fucked up. It's a problem.

ETA: Sorry for my shitty grammar (pun not intended). Also, when I say Nazis I don't mean MAGA. I mean the holocaust denying, gas the Jews, Swastika-loving kind. They're genuinely praising Adolf in these comments.

Plain and Simple.

Nothing huge, nothing expensive.

Just a simple grab: 4 things, scan 3 items, and leave 1 item out. Pay for the three items and leave.

However, I'm suddenly paranoid about it. Been reading everywhere that they just build a case before stopping you. Figured I'm nowhere near the $500 or $1000 mark; it's just been small $10-$15 things here and there.

I want to make this right; I am willing to pay whatever amount I owe and stop this at once. However, I'm sure you can't simply walk into Walmart and say, "Hey, I've been stealing from you; I would like to pay you back"

How should I go about it? I need to address an

What should I do?

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*Thanks for all the replies everyone, didn’t expect this to blow up*

1. I am completely sorry to those I’ve “offended” with my actions

2)Shouts to the couple LP folks that stepped in the comments, my apologies for making your job harder

My biggest take away is to stop what I’m doing completely, which I agreed to do. Now my biggest concern is will this come bite me in the ass in the future? Theft charges? Warrants? Subpoenas? Can’t step foot into any Walmart? I’m completely aware to avoid stepping foot into any Walmart for a while until this blows over, but will it ever? I’m not officially trespassed, but form what everyone’s saying im most definitely on their radar somehow.

Last Monday I was on a train going to class, the train stopped at a station and I started feeling like throwing up, I just managed to stumble out of the doors and the next thing I remember is being on the floor, with my face covered in blood while some employees were telling me to stay down and I was trying to put part of my jaw back in place.

For the next few days I was on the hospital, getting exams done and putting screws on my jaw, my face is still pretty sore and swollen.

The doctors, and my parents, wanted to know how someone in their late twenties, supposedly healthy, had just collapsed out of nowhere. They monitored my heart, my brain and found nothing out of place, so they still don’t know how that happened. I know.

About an hour and a half before the accident I took ten pills consisting of three different medications, all antidepressants, including two pills of one that always knocks me out at night, and, surprise, it knocked me out. It was just a stupid decision I took when I was sad about someone I had met once, I obviously regret it, but I couldn’t tell the doctors what happened because I’m a POS lazy cunt who is 29 and still lives with my parents, and if they found out I was responsible for this the living situation would become unbearable, so I just kept my mouth shut and will let everyone believe that it was just some freak occurrence.

About three years ago, I applied for a job that required a specific safety certification. I had started the course but never finished it — I got busy, let it lapse, and told myself I'd retake it "eventually." I never did.

When I applied for a better position at a new company, I listed the certification as completed anyway, assuming no one would actually verify it. No one did. I got the job, and I've been working here for over two years now.

The uncomfortable part is that the role does occasionally involve tasks that the certification is supposed to prepare you for. I've managed fine by learning on the job and being extra careful, but I know that if something ever went wrong, I wouldn't be able to say I was properly trained for it the way my file claims.

I haven't told anyone at work. I've thought about quietly completing the certification now, years later, just so it's technically true — but that feels like it would raise more questions than it solves.

I don't know why I'm posting this except that it's been sitting with me for a while, and I've never told anyone the resume wasn't accurate.

I was a missionary for two years and the last six weeks of the mission were full of drugs and prostitutes. I hated myself for a long time afterwards and it caused my life to spiral into chaos full of shame, regret, legal issues and loss

Backstory, my (43/F) mom (80/f) has never been sick a day in her life. She doesn’t understand pain or sickness. My whole life I would be expected to just soldier on if I did not feel well because my mom just did not understand what it was like. The woman has her cavities filled without Novocain. I have obviously harbored resentment around this but my mom is a stand up person all around and I love her so I just deal with that aspect of her. The woman is a machine and also has an ability to create constant busy work so she never has to stop moving. This previously did not affect me much after I left home, but I am going through a divorce and am staying with her while I close on a new house and I am slowly being driven mad by the amount of completely unnecessary busy work.

FFW to now. I deal with chronic stomach issues that cause me SEVERE constipation. Like, two weeks with no BM. It is miserable. My mom never understood it and would say “What’s the big deal?it’s not like it can kill you” and would expect me to function as usual while enjoying her own three fat shits a day like clockwork.

Recently, my mother ran out of one of her fiber supplements and could not get it delivered for a week. As a result, she experienced her very first bout of constipation. Despite only missing two days worth of poops, she was absolutely more miserable than I have ever seen her in my entire life, and just laid in bed for several days doing nothing. Mind you this was just three days total with no poop, at that time, I was going on ten days and still was being expected to do whatever projects she decided needed to be done. (Mostly moving heavy furniture from one room/floor to another, deciding she liked it better the other way then making me move it back)

I could have helped her. I have an absolute pharmacy of things that I use when my own issues get bad, but 1.) She never asked me for help and generally will waive me away if I offer anything that is even vaguely mainstream western medicine, and 2.) it was the first break from her constant requests for me to do stuff in every spare second of my free time and I was just so tired. So I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the silence.

After a few days, I took pity on her and made her an all natural concoction that solved her problem. She was ecstatic. One upside from the whole ordeal was that she suddenly had newfound empathy around my chronic situation and became deeply invested in my bowel health. Now, if I feel a bunch of project requests coming on, I just drag myself around and moan about being constipated and she looks at me with such sympathy and compassion, then sends me to bed with a mug of prune juice and a hot water bottle. This week, she actually hired a neighbor kid to do some of her moving rather than even ask me. It feels like such a win but also, I feel pretty much fine other than my constant stomach ache and I absolutely could be helping.

I feel terrible, about the deception but I also plan to milk this for as long as it continues to work.

I worked evenings at a small movie theater for about a year. Our booking system let staff mark individual seats as unavailable if a recliner was broken, wet, damaged, whatever.

One night I wanted to watch the last showing after work and my favorite two seats were still empty, so I marked them "out of service" before anyone could buy them.

Then I did it again.

It became a stupid little routine. If there was a late movie I wanted to see, I'd block two good seats sometime in the afternoon, clock out, wait until the trailers started and then sit there. Sometimes the theater was half empty and it made no difference.

Sometimes it absolutely did.

I watched people buy separate seats because the two together in the middle were "unavailable." One couple ended up in the second row on a nearly sold-out night while my fake broken seats stayed empty until I took them.

A coworker once asked why those same recliners kept having problems. I told him the sensors were flaky.

There were no sensors.

I probably did this 30 or 40 times. I stopped before I left the job, but every time I book movie tickets now and see two random unavailable seats in a perfect spot, I wonder if some other asshole is doing exactly what I did.

A couple of years ago, I bought an expensive kitchen appliance for a project that ended up falling through. I had already opened it, used it twice, and by the time I decided to return it, it was past the store's normal return window for "change of mind" returns — but still within the window if something was defective.

Instead of admitting I just didn't need it anymore, I repackaged it as carefully as I could, wiped it down so it looked unused, and told the return desk it had "stopped working properly" after one use. I got a full refund, no questions asked.

The thing is, the appliance worked completely fine. I lied about a defect that didn't exist just to get around the return policy I no longer qualified for. I've thought about it occasionally since then — not because I feel like I hurt a specific person, but because I know it wasn't honest, and stores probably factor return fraud like that into prices for everyone.

I've never done anything like it again, but I've also never told anyone I did it in the first place.

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Last year I (21F) found out I missed three exams because it was summer break and I made sure I could leave before I did. The three exams were then held during the week I didn't have a phone because my phone stopped charging and I couldn't get a new one for a week plus. I also found out that I wasn't registered for two main exams when I was writing my other exams because the way the system works here is that on the portal all the classes are laid out for you to register to your specific course and I didn't look through them before I registered apparently.

The graduate list came out in November last year and my name wasn't on it. I didn't tell my mother because I thought it could still be released because a few people's names were missing off it. My name never came out. I tell my mum my name did and we go to get my robes and somehow they let me. I was so sure I was going to be found out that day. But I wasn't. We went to the ceremony, they didn't call out all the names because of time and I was lucky enough there. Now it's September and the list for law school is being put together and my mum knows a Judge who knows the head of the law school and she's sent my details to her to ensure my name is put on the law school list for next February's resumption.

My mother borrowed money from her sister to pay my fees last year, a lot of money, her sister calls every month to ask about the money because she borrowed it from someone else and the person asks for payment at the end of every month. We've been struggling with money for about three years now and she barely managed to pay my brother's fees this year. I couldn't figure out how to tell her that it's all been a lie.

Even if I did tell her about failing we didn't have the money for it. I thought I would find a job before summer this year and save up and then pay to do the extra year but I haven't been able to find anything and the ones I do are only enough to pay for the things we need at home.

I never wanted to study law, I was fifteen and my mum had been telling me for years that it was law she wanted me to study so I went with it. I struggled for five years because that's how long a bachelors in law is here. I told her I didn't want to become a lawyer even when I was in my second year and that I wouldn't want law school. She still plans on forcing me to go.

I got diagnosed with anxiety in my third year after I spent my second year struggling to leave my dorm, never told my mother because the last time I explained how I felt going out sometimes she sent me Bible verses. Then I got diagnosed with depression later in my third year. I think I just started living passively, thinking nothing would go anywhere. I fully expected to be gone before the end of last year.

I'm fully convinced this is the end of the road for me. She'll never forgive me for this, she'll cry, scream, maybe hit me, lock me out of the house. I have had so much anxiety since I started the lying, I don't sleep well, every time she calls my name I panic thinking she's found out but I think this will be the week. The anxiety will finally be off my shoulders but everything will come crashing down around me. I've lied to everyone, everyone has told me how proud of me they are. Not a single person knows the truth, not even my younger brother I usually tell everything to. I'd never even admitted it to myself because I'm a coward.

I wish I could've stood my ground when I was fifteen that I didn't want to study law and chosen something else, anything less expensive, maybe I would've done better at that. But I didn't and now I'm here. I know I did this to myself and deserve whatever I get.

And no my mother is absolutely not a reasonable parent, if I decided to tell her before the Judge might do after she finds out, it'll be bad. I just can't bring myself to say the words to her, I've thought many times of just telling her but I'm scared of the chaos it will bring.

Throwaway because my brother knows my other account.

I (24F) was bullied pretty relentlessly as a child, from about age 6 to 16, I missed numerous years of school due to this and have suffered severe anxiety. There was a Facebook account called "(my name)s feet" that would pop up and message me every few years from about age 13 which at that age I just saw as another horrible way to bully me and id ask who it was but never got a response, they'd just message me creepy things and I assumed it was a group of the bullying boys sat laughing at me, there was a specific group of boys that were the worst but it was pretty much the whole school by age 13 due to what I guess was sheep mentality in a relatively small town (and unfortunately my very abusive mother who I now have nothing to do with was well known and not liked so that didn't help).

At age 18 I moved to the other side of the UK, within about 2 months I had a message from one of the boys that bullied me, apologising for what had happened and saying that he really liked me, to be honest I was pretty gobsmacked, I didn't know how to respond to him, I told him that sorry didn't fix things and asked if he knew how much I struggled because of the way they all treated me, he said he didn't know and then he asked me if I remembered the FB account, I said what FB account and then it hit me that it was him, I can't remember exactly how he worded it but he told me that he made the account because he liked me and wanted to get my attention and that he had always liked me, I again told him how hurt I felt about everything and that I could never look past that, he asked if I'd just talk to him and get to know him because he felt he had grown up and into a better person, I said maybe as friends in the future.

Fast forward a few months and he sends the odd message asking how I'm doing from time to time, I tell him I'm fine and that's pretty much it, then one day he asks me for feet pics, straight up just tells me he used to look at my feet in school when we would do PE and that he had a thing for girls with pretty feet, I'm losing my mind with laughter now because what other appropriate emotional response is there at this point, I tell him to leave me alone because now im creeped the fuck out thinking about this now 19 year old man looking at my feet for YEARS everytime I took my shoes off but then relentlessly bullying me to cover up for the fact that he liked someone that other people didn't, the whole thing fucked my head up so much.

But now onto the money, I made a post on Facebook asking if anyone had any old furniture as I was moving and still needed alot of things, suddenly I get a PayPal notification "**** sent you £25", I immediately check my account because I genuinely don't know how he even got my PayPal details (I guess through contacts?? I still don't know how he got it) and sure enough the money is there, I'd already unfriended him before but messaged him to ask what he was doing and he spewed a whole paragraph about how sorry he was and he just wanted to make things right and help me out, I said thank you but that I couldn't take it and that I didn't want anything from him, he begged me to take it, said he felt awful and that it would make him feel better if I just used it to buy something for my flat so I did.

A few weeks go by and it's nearly moved in day, he asks me how I am and I tell him I'm okay, I say I almost have everything now I'm just gonna need to get the flooring redone as it wasn't done before we moved in but that it's gonna be expensive, he tells me he wants to pay for it and that he will pay for it all if I send him some photos of my feet, I told him that we'd already spoken about this and that I didn't want any kind of relationship with him and that I didn't understand the whole foot fetish thing, he asks over and over again and showers me with compliments and I get to a point where I just think "fuck this guy" and I said "okay then, if you're sure, send the money and I'll send you some pictures", within 2 minutes I see "**** has sent you £1000" and I hit the block button, my heart starts racing and I think, maybe I can get in trouble for this, did I just steal a pretty large amount of money? is it stealing? I mean he offered it in exchange for nudes? is that even legal? surely he doesn't ring the police, I mean what would he even say to them, I left it in the account for weeks, eventually I realise he isn't going to do anything or atleast not with the police, so I spend it, I get the flooring done and it looks lovely. months later he tries to add me on another account and asks for the money back, I say no, i tell him he badgered me for sexual photos on numerous occasions after making my life hell for 10 years and £1000 doesn't even come close to making up for the emotional damage he has caused me, he doesn't argue but tells me he's upset and then I start to feel bad but ultimately block him again, I know he has a good job, I know he has alot of money, I know he has a large family and is fine without the £1000, but it's been about 3 years now and I've never told anyone about this so I guess I needed to get it off my chest.

thanks for reading this far

I just need to get this off my chest because I can't tell anyone in my real life.

So I’m the classic quiet kid, introverted, all that. Around 5 years ago I started streaming on Twitch, I'm not one of those loud and annoying IRL streamers, I just sit at the computer and play video games or react to stuff. I used to stream very off and on but I manage to build my stream to average like 15-20 viewers, which was chill, but I was still working a dogshit minimum wage retail job just trying to pay rent.

About 8 months ago I had a miserable shift, came home, and poured a bunch of vodka into my Stanley cup before going live just to take the edge off . It was the best stream I had done to that point metrics wise and the regulars enjoyed it too. Also, a funny clip of me having a stupid convo with some dude in a game got good views (based on my average) on Tiktok and insta. The next few streams, I had a significant boost of viewers.

I realized that me being the happy-go-lucky drunk girl could make my stream more funny and entertaining. So next weekend I had a few drinks during stream again. And it just escalated from there, now I drink 6-8 drinks a few times a week.

Fast forward to now, I'm averaging a few hundred viewers. I don't make much money, but enough to live on and I quit my retail job. It should be a dream come true, but ngl I am constantly terrified.

My community have no idea that I drink. I’m putting away like 6 to 8 drinks every single stream. I don’t get sloppy or blackout, I know exactly how to pace it so I’m just heavily buzzed, "happy and social," without slurring my words. It just looks like I'm sipping water or an energy drink.

The metrics back my fears up, sober streams have less traction, subscriptions and donations. My fear is that if I quit drinking altogether and stream sober, I go back to being quiet, boring me. The energy will die, the viewers will leave, and I’ll lose this opportunity and have to go back to shitty jobs and making ends barely meet. Now I sort of make my own hours and work the easiest job in the world it feels like.

The company was complete with news articles, press releases, and full social media handles. This was 2011/2012, before the age of AI, and all the coding and setup had to be done by hand. But what was most convincing was the custom email handle I set up. It wasn’t some generic Gmail, rather it was at my website’s own url, and back then that looked impressive and legit.

My friend was a good guy, albeit a C student, but he was good to me, so I told him he could use the fake business I set up and put it on his resume that he worked there, and together, we came up with his position, job responsibilities, and other details that might come up in an interview at IBM.

And somehow it worked, he was interviewed, they asked him about his position at the fake company I had created, and I sent them a brilliant recommendation from my custom email url, making it look like a real operation, even though it was just some side project I had set up during college. He got hired at IBM as a consultant, and I closed the company after hearing his good news.

Tl;dr Created a convincing fake company which got my friend hired at IBM even though he didn’t actually do any work for me, other than come up with an elaborate backstory for the interview.

My confession is that I cant stop wanking to pictures of my boss.

I also like it to record her walking around in her cute clothes at work and wank to them later.

I also love to share this content as well with other people too as it makes me so horny having a conversation and wanking together.

In recent months, I've been taking the underwear of a woman in the house (I won't say who) and often sitting on her bed, naked from the waist down, and using it to masturbate. Every time I regain my senses and think about this, I feel disgusted and inhuman. Because she was indirectly responsible for the suffering of my dad and I due to her reluctance to confront her own insufferable son, I always used that justification to avoid feeling guilty.

Deep down, I know this is just the brain's defense mechanism against its own awareness of its actions. It wasn't revenge, humiliation, or any intention related to power or anger. It was simply to satisfy a masturbation addiction I'd had for 3-4 years. I am aware of the wrongdoing, but whenever animalistic desires arise, I rummage around trying to find the color and fabric that suit my taste. I also considered using paper, but it wouldn't satisfy the disgust within this slowly destructing body and the mind twisted in such a senseless way.

I can't fight my own nature.

I'd been kicked off of this gig economy app because I was rude to customer and technical support, and needed a way to get back on because it was my only source of income and I was unable to get a job that easily elsewhere. So I attained a family member's personal information, entered it into the form to apply as an independent contractor gig worker for this app, and after the background check cleared, their application was accepted. After that, no one checked who was actually completing the jobs, so I took over the work assigned to that family member.

It was all fine and dandy until they sent forms to file taxes, then I freaked out and ended the charade. The problem was the income was tied to that family member's identity, which risked messing with their benefits, and like I said earlier, I'd have to file taxes on income through their name, so I ended up deciding it just wasn't worth the hassle and the risk of getting caught up in anything murky with tax law and the government. Fortunately the income I made was less than $600, which is the threshold for filing taxes, but it was still too close a call for comfort.

tl;dr Impersonated a family member on a gig economy app to get jobs but ended up quitting before I'd have to file taxes under their name.

Since spring, I've been hanging out in an anonymous Swiss chatroom and came up with a fake persona. I pretend to be a 14-year-old girl there (very loosely based on someone I know). Sometimes I have great conversations about all kinds of topics... But what gives me the most "joy" is reporting the (old) guys who hit on me (or rather, on the 14-year-old girl). What scares me, though, is that it's slowly becoming almost like an addiction and I can't stop. P.S. I mostly only talk to adults there; if a teenager tries to flirt with me, I cut off the conversation immediately.

Edit: Thank you for the responses
To be clear i only copy the hobbys and taste of music of the 14 year old that i know... (to make it more believable)
No personal information
Not even the appearance

He is a good guy. But lately I have been addicted to coming here and posting myself. Like the compliments by men around and the way they describe me . I think it’s magical and self worthy. Slowly it’s heading towards meeting people from tinder.

I brought an older woman home after dating her for a couple months. She is 44 and I am 35. I introduced her (half Philippine and Korean) to my father. He has been a widow for 6 years after the passing of my mom. The woman I am dating (name Jennifer) has my mom’s eyes, beautiful long hair and a great body. She is a yoga instructor. She’s not a gold digger but liked my father’s sense of humor and classy style. We had sex while my father was home. It turned me on when I saw my dad looking at her when she got out of the shower. I purposely told her to give him a massage (she is a massage therapist) after she came back from the spa. My father is 69 and Jennifer said he was cute and reminded her of her dad a little who passed. I have a younger brother and my father was discussing about his will with us. He wanted to give some to charity but changed his mind after a few incidents with my girlfriend Jennifer who I plan to marry. I don’t care who gets the house or land but my girlfriend does for her fashion business. Is it wrong to continue to use her to seduce my dad for money? I also purposely tell him to drop her off at work or pick her up from the gym so he gets out of the house more. Should I continue letting him drive her, she does look great after working out sweaty and in yoga pants. I also got aroused when she kissed him on the cheek after a family dinner. My dad will never remarry again but I do see a connection with Jennifer and him. I’m still young and can find someone else. Do I look for another woman or stay with Jennifer. She seems to be interested in both of us. Probably only likes my fit body, sense of humor and caring personality. Do we move out of my father’s house or stay? It’s a win for her, but I don’t want to fight. I might get jealous if something actually happens between them two and I don’t want drama. My father likes her a lot too. Her cooking especially. He mentioned he was shocked I found a good looking and nice woman like her.

Sorry this might be hard to read because I’m struggling to word it.

I’m not sure how old he was specifically, but at some point when my brother was young our parents took him to an autism assessment, and he didn’t know that it was for autism.

After the diagnosis came back, I don’t know how it happened but I saw it first. When my mum saw me and asked, I lied and said that he isn’t autistic, and she just believed me?

At the time I knew what autism is, and I had a lot of symptoms, but my parents never took me to get assessed, so I think I was just really jealous and I didn’t want him diagnosed while I wasn’t.

When he was old enough to understand, our mum told him that he was assessed but it turns out he was neurotypical, and he seemed to accept it.

I was officially diagnosed a few weeks ago, and now I feel so guilty that I never told him, because having that diagnosis has made me feel so much better.

I just don’t know what to do. I know he had a bad school experience and it would’ve been so much better with a diagnosis, I just don’t know how to tell people because everyone thinks that he isn’t autistic.

I had just broke up with my ex boyfriend and was determined to get as drunk as I possibly could. My best friend suggested we go to a mutual friends house party to blow off some steam.

So in my infinite wisdom I decided to start the night off drinking cider and then switched to whiskey. That was a terrible terrible idea 😒

Needless to say by 12 I was black out drunk. I told my bestfriend I was just going to some air and decided to try walking home. About 5 blocks over the world started spinning and I knew I either needed to lay down ASAP or that was it for me. I started trying to open all the car doors down the block and eventually opened one and crawled into the back seat for a nap.

I passed out long enough to wake up feeling cold but worst of all the spins hit me like a freight train. As I laid in the backseat of some strangers car the convulsing started and within seconds I was throwing up all over this poor strangers car.

After what felt like forever, I felt well enough to sneak out of the strangers car and walked to a park bench where I passed out until my friend found me a few hours later.

Within days the whole town was talking about the puke bandit and to this day I’ve never told anyone (until now) that unfortunately I was the culprit!

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For context, i was in college when this happened and this jock was loud, obnoxious, and a full on bully to anyone too weak to fight back; he never bullied me because we were roughly the same size and he knew that, but decided to be a passive aggressive prick by blasting music in his Dorm, which was above mine, at night. Despite trying to get the RAs to handle the situation, peacefully, nothing happened, so me and some of his victims decided to get even.

The first step was to set up a grnder account as a fake user, one of his victims found out he was a closeted gay when he saw him on the app during class and got his username. I made the account and used it to catfish him for roughly 2-3 months; during this time we discussed how similar our situations were(i made up a story of being closeted too) and he admitted to much of the bullying stuff he did but said he felt remorseful for it(i didn't believe him and thought he was only saying that to get laid), he even brings up how he was bothering me & others i didn't know indirectly because we were some of the few people that weren't intimidated by him and he didn't wanna risk his scholarship with a direct confrontation. Most of our texts were just him venting and me giving him reassurance, on the rare occassion we sexted and i had to send him a picture of my nuts a few times, he had a weird ball fetish.

During finals month, i gave all the screenshots of our convo to his other victims then decided to hit him with the mother of all break-ups. I accused him of leaking our DMs to his buddies to brag and showed him that the logs were posted on the school site and some twitter posts, before telling him i hated him then blocked him. After that i completely nuked both the grnder account and even the gmail account i made for it. This is when i soon realized what kind of revenge his other victims had planned for him, that "fake" site that i thought was just front end html, turns out they had actually spent real money making that website real and had spread several QR codes across the school to this "confession chat" site where students could anonymously post about their terrible experiences from bullies, terrible teachers, roommates, etc; guess who was plastered on the homepage of that damn site, our DMs(with both usernames blurred out, thankfully they kept his privacy).I want to clarify that i had zero idea about any of this and to say i was shaken to my core seeing it was real was an understatement. I only wanted it to be a prank, but as i'm typing this i realized i just wanted to be petty and get back at him, but never like that.

It wasn't until after the fact that i finally confronted them and found out that he had been their bully since highschool and they were always plotting something like this, the website itself had already been up for at least a year by that point; this was something straight out of a book, like yes ik they're in CS courses but still this is some supervillain level shit.

I also want to clarify, again, that i had no idea they would actually expose him like that, i thought they made a fake webpage using html to make the break up seem more genuine, but no they actually did expose everything. I do actually feel bad because evwn if he was a bully, there had to be better way of handling this.

This happened years ago at a science museum. There was an interactive display with a big plastic lever you were supposed to move back and forth. I pulled it way harder than I needed to and something inside snapped. The whole lever just went loose.

A guy about my age was standing right next to me. When an employee came over and asked what happened, I immediately said, "I think he pulled it too hard."

He just stared at me and said he hadn't even touched it.

I doubled down.

The employee took him aside and I walked away while he was still arguing that it wasn't him. I don't know if they made him pay for anything or just kicked him out, because I left that section as fast as I could.

The broken display itself barely bothers me anymore. What still makes me feel like shit is remembering his face when he realized a complete stranger was confidently lying about him and there was basically nothing he could do.

I could've stayed quiet. Instead I actively made sure somebody else took the blame.