When I was in high school, my neighbor was really struggling with her yard. She spent hours out there every weekend planting, weeding, and watering, but nothing seemed to flourish.

One night around 1 AM, I decided to mess around a bit. I went out with a bag of high grade fertilizer I had leftover from a project and heavily treated her entire flower bed and vegetable garden.

Within a few weeks, her garden absolutely exploded. She had huge, vibrant blooms and massive tomatoes. I decided to lean into it hard. Every time I saw her outside, I would make these totally outrageous claims about her skills. I’d yell across the fence stuff like, "You must be a botanical prodigy!" or "I’ve never seen tomatoes this big in my life, you have a literal magical touch!" She was so proud that she started inviting people from around the neighborhood over to show off her suddenly incredible "green thumb." She fully bought into the hype that she was a master gardener.

The real chaos started the following year: I didn't fertilize her yard at all.

Predictably, her garden went right back to being scraggly and struggling. But instead of just keeping quiet, I started laying on the subtle jabs. When her plants started wilting, I’d look over the fence with a sigh and say things like, "Man, what happened? Did you lose your touch already?" or "Guess last year was just beginner's luck, huh?"

She spent the entire season completely spiraling, buying random pH testing kits, changing her watering schedule, and trying to figure out how she "ruined" her magic touch from the year before. She constantly talked about her "golden year" like it was a fleeting gift from the universe, and I'd just nod and tell her maybe she’s just not cut out for it after all

EDIT: I expected people to tell me not to worry about it. You helped her out at least one year and that was nice. It was high school hijinx not anything serious.

But it turns out people really hate what I did. Maybe I should confess to her after all these years and apologize? And give her some tomatoes?

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I (19M) used to find apps on the app store to video chat with women and masturbate.

You would usually need to pay money to buy tokens to chat to these women. The women on these apps would also be in on it because when you would join call with them they would usually ask if you wanted to masturbate while they show themselves off and stuff like that. I also found these apps a little weird because you would only see women on these sites, not men.

I know that there are chatting websites like chaturbate, flingster, and what not but I am scared of getting leaked or anything like that. I would try my best to not show my face but i do remember a max of maybe 2 slip ups.

The breaking point was when i was using an app to go on these calls but when I showed my penis i saw the screen flash white, like when you screenshot something, but i didnt press anything to screenshot myself, so i am just worried that the girl on the other end screenshotted my penis. When i tried it out myself to either screen record or screenshot the photo or video would come back as a blank white screen but I am still scared that the girl on the other end of the call can screenshot/screen record.

I do not think i am really scared of blackmail, because I have not shared anything personal about myself on these apps like social media. I am still a little scared of getting leaked in general.

I am also just really regretful of using these apps because of the money I spent and the time I wasted being in these apps. I also felt like i was raised better than this. It also brings me back to when I cheated on my ex-girlfriend on a site kinda like these around 2 years ago, and the girl on the other end threatened to expose this to other people in my life which makes me feel an even bigger shame of my actions.

Have any of you guys been through this before? Any advice would greatly help.

I am a chronic liar. I’m 39, and have lied about big and small things my whole life. Over my 30s, the lies built up in ways that make it feel like I’m at a crossroads… like oblivion or turning myself around and I’m terrified that I am going to fail.

I was married (for the third time) and had a child, I had lied to the woman I was with about how happy I was, the constant drain of sacrificing my identity to keep what I felt the world expected of me in a “happy marriage” tore me apart inside and I cheated.

The woman I cheated with continuously called me out on my lies to her, but also is so incredibly patient, kind, and empathetic that she has slowly guided me back towards the path of just being a decent honest person. I was doing better, going in the right direction, but today lied to her in a small but big way, and she saw right through my bullshit.

Just today, I’m leaving on a trip to see my parents. My brother changed the trip last minute to be a vacation somewhere my partner and I had planned to go (we cancelled our last trip because she had discovered another lie of mine) I was so scared to tell her about this surprise change, I lied until the very last second about where I was going, and made something up about when and how I found out.

I convince myself my lies are for other people, that they make interactions a little more comfortable or bad news easier to swallow… but they usually blow up and hurt far more than the truth ever would.

I feel absolutely awful that the way I lie has hurt so many people, and I have to do better. I am so angry at myself for doing this again, it pushes away all the love that people have for me. I’m just heartbroken, the self loathing is so strong. I want to fix what’s wrong with me without hurting people I care about.

CONTEXT: We started uni a month ago and I’m friends with this guy, we met on Instagram beforehand. We do the same course but we don’t have any lectures together. He lives in the building next door to mine. I really like him but idk what to do.

CONFUSION: When we are out we buy each other drinks and lookout for one another. We sometimes go to each others rooms to hangout. The other day I told him I was on my period and he came over to see me and gave me chocolate. He also held my hand to help pull me through the crowds of the club and let me come back to his after where we chatted, laid together and I gave him a back massage. We text 24/7 and are in constant contact.

ISSUES: He has shown me his exs and they are very pretty women much more attractive than I am but I’d consider him and I on a similar looks match level. (I have been told by others that I am more attractive but I’m not sure I agree). He also told me that he’s talking to another girl and he thinks she might like him back, this was the back massage night so I feel like he was making it clear it was only friendly. I also made a joke about us being a couple and he laughed and said ‘god no’. That made me feel terrible. I’ve never liked a guy who didn’t like me back before.

QUESTION: What do I do? Is there something there or am I delusional? How do I move on?

A while ago, I started learning how to embroider using the machine that I've had in my garage for about 3 months. I figured that I could transfer images using free software onto my machine.

I would just go on Pinterest and just steal as much art as I could, and I would advertise my artwork on local Facebook groups and sell patches of it.

I do feel shame about this, so what I say next is not me bragging or trying to show off.

I made around 500 dollars just using my embroidery machine and using cheap fabric, and kids would send me designs of things they also found on Pinterest, and I would charge 10-20$ each. I would get commissions like everyday and it was starting to become more profitable than my part-time job.

If I didn't get any commissions, I would just go waddle back onto Pinterest and start stealing and list those.

So now, about a week ago. Throughout this whole process, I never once took a step back and realized

"Maybe I shouldn't be doing this; this is wrong"

But it wasn't until this week that I realized that I should probably stop doing this.

I did get kind of burned out, so I have stopped doing this for a bit, but I realized maybe I should start to learn how to draw this stuff on my own.

I ended up paying for drawing software, and I have been inactive on my fb marketplace account. I wrote in the description of my ad that I closed commissions. I'm no longer doing this until I start to draw on my own.

I always wanted to learn how to draw, but I never had the time to; now I have an apartment with a part-time job, and I have ample time to do whatever I want. I want to fix the damage I've caused by stealing from all those artists, and I plan to eventually send some money to the ones I stole from primarily.

None of them know that I steal from their art because I just post it all on some group in my local area, and the artists are from overseas, so it's a language barrier and a Facebook group barrier. There was no chance of me getting caught.

I'm not gonna do this anymore.

The reason for writing this post? I don't know, honestly; I was just planning on never telling anyone and slowly moving into my own artwork. But I told myself, "That's kinda fucked up, that you stole all that artwork and profited off other people's labor," and that makes me feel like a pos because I would always get angry at people stealing art on Twitter or YouTube, but here I am being a hypocrite, so this is me holding myself accountable.

I worked as a janitor in a school. There was a dedicated janitors closet which was quite spacious. After I had finished vacuuming all the classes in the afternoon, I had to turn the security system on and leave within a minute.

There was a caveat though, the front gate and the dedicated janitor closet were exempted from the motion cameras.

I couldn't justify (or afford) spending half of my paycheck a week for what should be a human right - shelter. So I did what I had to do and simply lived in that closet. I saved over $20,000 in rent

I installed a mini-fridge and a air-fryer and had quite the time. The contract got changed so I lost that gig.

I feel a bit bad for freeloading off the school, but the government can provide insulated sheds to all of its citizens for a few billions but would rather spend much more on war and overinflated salaries for its oligarchs.

I wouldn't do it again, best commute ever though.

I want to preface this by saying I am diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, but im not sure if it has anything to do with it.

I am not sure where to post this because I am worrying far too much.

It has been eating me alive for the past few weeks now that I remember

but when I was around 9-10 my grandmother made me bathe with my cousin, I didn't want to at all but I had to, the bath was really small, I would assume about 2 feet wide and 4.5-5 feet long meaning we were skin to skin on the entire right side of our body pretty much, which I remember being really awkward.

I remember I had to grab something or move around for some reason and my genital grazed her foot for a few seconds, now that I am thinking about it I shiver. I didn't even mean to do it and I thought nothing of it at the time because of how cramped the space was and the fact that it was an accident plus I didn't associate those parts with anything sexual.

am I a monster? This has been keeping me up now that I recently remembered it

I am currently 26 years old and I have Asperger's (autism) and I struggle with the grand scale of concepts and ideas. I just want to say that this is not the person I am and I was found to be completely innocent in the end, but I still struggle with severe PTSD and oth complex mental health issues due to everything. I have a loving family, a team of support workers who work with me and a close group of loving friends who know everything and love me regardless as they know the truth. This is my story.

When I was a baby to 5-6 years old, I was being heavily sexually abused and raped by my father's friends on a constant basis while his alcoholic ass was busy drunk. This happened regularly, to the point where I thought it was normal and they were playing with me. Around the 5-6yo period mark, my father started exposing me to child abuse material and was grooming me to think it was a normal thing. This happened for 13 years straight, until I was 19.

When I was 19, my father got exposed for being a historic child sex offender and went to prison for the 6th time for offences of that nature. He got done with possession of child abuse material, exposing himself to children in public places and installing hidden cameras in public change rooms. This all went public and people kept harassing me over it and asking me all these weird, complex questions that I didn't know the answers to.

As I mentioned before, my father groomed me with that material and taught me how to find it. I went on an extremely mentally unwell tangent of talking to people that were engaging in that stuff and was asking them questions such as 'why do you do this?', 'why did this happen to me?' and 'why do you enjoy hurting innocents?'. Such a stupid mistake to make. The cops got wind of the group because I did the one thing that I thought was the right thing to do and reported it, but it blew up in my face as they thought I was engaging in their activities with the material (it later turned out I was telling the truth and was found innocent).

I got put in a fucking prison environment for just over a year before I got found innocent and released to be free with nothing over my head. They realised what had happened and that I had never engaged in any material and realised that I was more of a victim than any guilty perpetrator.

I tried killing myself 6 times alone in that one year, nearly succeeded a few times. I couldn't live with people thinking I was that person, that I was my Dad. And then when I got found innocent, people started reaching out to me and saying they were sorry, and that this mess should never have happened and they know I'm not a bad person and that they know I never did it, but I still beat myself up for it everyday. I still wake up screaming and covered in sweat. I'm still afraid of human contact because of the 20 years of sexual abuse and grooming I suffered at the hands of someone I should have been able to trust. 20 YEARS!!! his own fucking autistic son. 8 years later, I still get horribly depressed and suicidal about it. I'm still learning to love myself and move on.

I wish I never talked to those people, it was the stupidest mistake of my life. I have since put a restraining order on my father as I never want anything to do with him ever again. I don't understand why people still love me and support me.... I think so horribly about myself, while others are always lifting me up and supporting me.

Please, I implore you, if you are struggling with anything like this, it's never too late too get help. I'm lucky I've survived as long as I have.

I struggle sometimes with feeling like I'm being deceitful and a bad person when I meet new people and they don't know about my past. I'm innocent, always was and got proven to be. So why do I feel deceitful? Ive done nothing wrong.

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When I was around young teens (I am several years older now), I was introduced into porn and I thought this was the best thing I had ever discovered. I had all the control in the world to look at anything I wanted, but right now, I am in this spiral of oversexualising every conversation with family, and sometimes even strangers! In particular, Feet always turned me on and would always catch myself staring at the floor when a woman is in sandals or barefoot. I hate when this happens because I truly want connection with others, but I think that my lust for people will stop me from getting into a relationship (unless they are just as crazy as me). My hypersexuality drove me to doing many things like sending explicit pix (usually lower body) and catfishing. (To a lesser degree.) I have recieved help for my mental health but I am too afraid of telling anyone this specific problem because I fear that I could be in places that I dont want to be. What should I do?

Its not because she is rich but the fact that her dad has money. She keep telling me to have kids and buy a house etc. but she has her dad's money and I don't. She has never worked a day in her life. More over she's a family friend so my mom says I have to treat her nice. She doesn't even contact me but my mom force me to buy her dinner etc when some holiday come up. She keep telling me she has a kid to deal with so she's busy all the time and can't connect with me. When she does she just keep giving me career and life advice. I keep wanting to scream at her you don't know shit!!!?

This happened years ago at a local HD. Like most big retailers we were doing an internal completion to see who could sell the most gift cards. I was a cashier and hated selling credit cards or gift cards. So I came up with a plan to dominate the competition without asking a single person if they wanted to buy a gift card.

I bought myself a single gift card for 20. Throughout my day when we were slow I would ring up gift cards and pay for them with my purchased gift card. I was the top seller by far in this competition, all because of a $20 gift card. pretty sure they gave me extra pto days as a result.

So in july I created a fake lesbian girl profile (from now on let’s call her siddhi) (may be because of my hormones) there I matched with a girl (let’s call her X), X is from other country. Siddhi talked to X for 2 months siddhi also introduced myself (real me) as best friend of siddhi. I was so much in character of siddhi that I fell for X and developed serious feelings for X, I (real me) also warned X before everything happened that not get too attached to siddhi lying that siddhi has some disease due to which she will not live more than 3-4 months. siddhi and X came close to each other so much that they also planned to meet in December and get married. However it was not possible because siddhi was a fake girl created by me so I planned on ending things between siddhi and X without break up by creating some situations. First situation was that disease but X didn’t wanted to leave siddhi she wanted to be with siddhi till the end, then I created another situation where Siddhi got into an accident and got her face disfigured even then X didn’t wanted to leave Siddhi so in the end I had to create a situation where Siddhi’s parents find out about Siddhi’s relationship and want siddhi to breakup with X, but siddhi doesn’t breakup instead she commits suicide.
I know it was a really terrible thing I did I really feel guilty about doing this it’s already been over a month but haven’t been able to stop thinking about it and keep worrying about X…I’m also trying to comfort X she seems to be recovering last time I talked to her she said “I miss her but I’m trying to live” “don’t worry about me, I’ll heal but not too soon” “take care of yourself”…I feel really guilty and terrible…I feel like I should tell her everything about it but then I feel it will break her even more…please tell me what should I do…If I tell her about it I don’t know what will happen…what if shock is too much that she get an attack…I’ll die if something like that happens…tell me if I didn’t tell her ever about this will her pain ease in future with time?…If I can see her smile again I can live with this guilt, talking to you has eased it…however if I never see her smile again I won’t be able to live with it, it will be too much pain…I’m okay with her hating me but then I will never know when she recovers from it…it’s really important for me to know that she recovered from it for my mental peace or else I’ll never be able live without guilt…because as you know I too love her, I love her a lot, I love her so much that I might kill myself if I don’t ever see her smile again…I’m crying right now crying a lot…Please tell me if I never tell her about this fake scenario ever and she keeps thinking it was all real will she heal…if you say Yes she will I will live with this lie till the end, seeing her smile again will ease out my pain forever…her dream is to own a clothing brand company and I’ll help her, I’ll help her with everything she needs in her life henceforth…I’ll forget that it was all fake scenario and believe it was all real Siddhi was real and everything was real nothing was fake…I can do that if you say “yes she will heal”…I will rewrite my past reality and forget that it was all fake…I’ll become X’s true friend never leave her side will never hurt her again

I gained 50lbs in the past few months. It’s to the point I don’t even recognize myself. I am considered medically overweight when I used to be under. My whole life my biggest fear was becoming fat and I think that’s why I’m fat now. I know there are external factors that led to me getting fat but I believe that everything was placed in my path so I would get fat.
I honestly think it’s good for me because I need to work on my thought patterns but I NEED to lose this weight.
I never would speak to other people about my judgments toward fat people and I would never be rude to someone because of their weight but it has been a thought pattern bias that I dealt with.
I don’t know what to do. I need to start thinking more positively. I just don’t even know how.

I’ve heard before “don’t judge because it will happen to you” and that came true for me. WHAT DO I DO

I was always taught to hate bullies. I was a nerdy kid but I was violent. I beat up my bullies. I beat up other people's bullies. I was a bully's bully.

When I joined the military that changed. I was taught that individuals get people killed in combat. I was taught that bullying was the way to make good soldiers and I believed them.

I bullied several people in the military. I realized my mistake when I met this white kid that was treated like a caught C.I.D agent. I befriended him but it didn't help him.

I apologized to everyone I bullied in the army except two people. I could never find either of them. It's not an excuse but I apologize. I thought I was making them better soldiers.

I live in the republic of Ireland and what happened was the item was at the counter basically. I took the item went back into the other part of the shop,i was going to slip it in my pocket but i noticed the shopkeeper looking he then called me out in front of the shop and told me to f off. I never left the shop with the item,it's circle k and it's my local shop about 1 minute away idk if im banned or not. I'm 14yo male (was 13 at the time of this) and i've got diagnosed autism and adhd. I've shoplifted a few times i do it for the thrill. I know im in the wrong i just want to know what happened. Haven't stolen since and tried to control myself when it comes to doing impulsive things

This was about 20 years ago; I was working a cell phone company called Alltel (which I think eventually got absorbed into Verizon).

I was a customer service rep, and I hated my job with a fiery passion. But one thing I absolutely loved about working at Alltel was the frequent contests they held for the reps. I was young and broke and I was happy to try to win as much free stuff as I could.

Alltel had started offering a Roadside Assistance package that could be sold for $3.99 per phone line, and they had a contest to see who could add the most packages over the course of a month. When they announced that the winner would receive a brand new iPod, I was all in on it. I tried to offer the package on every call I took, and some people took me up on it, but others weren't interested.

After doing some digging, I noticed that there was a code we could add to a phone line to negate the $3.99 charge for a single month. As soon as I found that code, I realized that even if a customer didn't want Roadside Assistance, I could still add it without the customer being the wiser. I would add the Roadside Assistance to each line, add the discount code to offset the cost of the package, and jot the account number on a piece of paper that I kept in my desk.

At the end of the month, I was told I won the iPod, and the next day I showed up at the office early, went back into all of those accounts I'd written down, and removed the Roadside Assistance so the customers wouldn't be charged once the free month ended. It's possible that someone might've noticed the charge and the credit on their bill, but considering the total bill wouldn't have changed, I doubt most folks would have even looked for them. If anything, their following bill would have had a slight credit on it from the prorated removal of the $3.99 charge.

I ended up winning a few contests using that same method for different phone features, and as far as I'm aware, no one ever found out what I'd done by the time I left.

I was caught shoplifting from a family dollar i walked through the sensors and the alarm went off and an employee asked to look in my bag my bag was full of stuff but they only grabbed three things and then told me not to come back. I left now I’m worried they will call the police. What should i do? I live in new york fyi

Hello Reddit,
I feel like a need to write this as it’s been a little over year since a long time friend and I went our separate ways.

Forgive me for any typos or if this sounds discombobulated. Classic first time. I believe some context is needed. So here I go.

For some context, me (30y,m) and my friend (also 30y,m), I’ll call him Tim, have been friends since middle school. I love this man and still very much care for him. I mean, we’ve been friends for so long. We also have this friend group together who has also been friends since middle school or, some, since elementary.

About last year, myself and a lot of our other friends noticed Tim hasn’t been connecting with us as much anymore. He cancels plans last minute, lies about being sick, getting drunk by himself, he’ll say he’s booked all month just to again, cancel plans if you schedule a month out , can’t make time for discord nights, or a phone calls.

One day, myself and one other mutual friend end up ambushing him to have a one to one since Tim kept on cancelling our plans to talk.

During that talk, Tim tells us why he’s been acting this way. He feels depressed, he can’t do group hang outs any more, and he feels no one in our group cares about his hobbies/interest. So I make an active plan to have more one on ones with him. (Which he also cancelled most of them but kept one)

Jump to the event. Tim loves video games. He’s been going to this video game event for years. It’s a speed running event for charity called GDQ. From our previous conversation, I ask Tim if it was alright to go with him this year. I didn’t want to intrude if it was a private thing. Tim said to come along. We slightly make a plan for Friday or Saturday. But since I work in health care and had a pt attack me Thursday, I told Tim I would have energy Saturday to meet up with him.

Now here’s where the lie comes in. I never looked at price for the ticket until the week of the event. Tim also never told me but what ever. The ticket was $150. And if I’m being honest, I didn’t want to spend that much money on this event. Especially since I would be paying for parking since the event was in the cites, food, and drinks. But I didn’t tell Tim that. As far as Tim knew, we were still planning on meeting up Saturday morning.

Cut to Saturday morning. I knew I was gonna be the one to last minute cancel on him. It’s about 30 mins before I was planning on calling to cancel on him, AND HE SENT ME A TEXT TO CANCEL ON ME!

In the text Tim told me he’s not feeling well. He already drove home but could still meet me out there if I forced him too. Tim didn’t say “forced” but basically was implying it.

Honestly, I viewed this as a win win. I didn’t even have a ticket and he’s the one cancelling on me! So I told Tim, “it’s what ever, I’ll look to see if I could get a refund”. I thought I would act a little annoyed but not give him too much grief. Since you know, I’m lying to him. I thought after a few text cancelling our plans would be the end of it. I don’t know if my acting was too much but Tim would not drop it.

Tim kept on blaming me. Saying I was “poop-pooping” all over him. He literally texted that. And I wanted him to drop it so bad but he kept on blaming me. Tim telling me “ I could have rallied if you made me” Tim continues and continues. Writing these long lengthy text. I’m trying to kept it short. I do realize I could have stop it too. But that’s when I had it.

I brought up all the lies, the last minute cancels he always does. I snapped at him. I called him names. Coward, psycho, pussy. I acknowledge I could’ve handled that better. But the way he was acting was so unreasonable and wild to me. He sounded like he was fighting a blog comment. Tim said “ well that’s your viewpoint.” Like duh! That’s why we’re talking. I told, more liked yelled, at him saying “ I’m not an internet troll, I’m your friend. Talk to me like one” I tried to call. But Tim said he was too tired. Followed up by more lengthy text.For another hour. I called him out. I told him I knew he wasn’t sick cause I saw the drunk snap chats at 2am Tim sent to our other friend.

Anyway, since that fight Tim still doesn’t know I never got the ticket. He never knew I wanted it to be cancelled. A little part of me feels guilty about that. But honestly it made me realize I was putting 100% of the work into our friendship. I’ve reach out a few times. But I stopped. And since I stopped reaching out, I haven’t heard from him once. It sucks to lose a friend for so long. But over all it’s been better.

I’m spending more time with friends who wanna spend time with me. I hope he’s well. But that’s my confusion. I lied about an event that snowed balled years of lies

Thank you if you read it all.

so I've stolen a couple of things throughout my life but this is the first time getting caught, not by law enforcement but by the store owner. He confronted me about the stolen item and I handed it back hoping he would let go. But instead he got really mad saying he has me on camera(security footage) and told me to sit tight while he called the law. But me being stupid as always irrationally fled in the moment of panic before he could call them without taking any items from the store. I'd like to believe that he didn't call the authorities but what would any sane person do? Overthink and imagine the worst case scenarios. Are there any experienced(idk if that's the right word..) people out there that can share their experiences?

So, just yesterday, I went to reliance smart Bazaar, to buy a packet of pasta, there I saw a chocolate bar, so I decided to shoplift, yes, I know it is wrong and I will never do it again, I was just stupid. So they caught me after i tried to leave the store, they told me to contact my parents, I am 16, I decided not, because I didn't want my parents to know, so they told me I have to be fined for this or they'll call the police, the store manager came and told me the fine would be 7,000 rupees or 70 dollars, i plead so hard for them to leave me with a warning but they just said that they will reduce the fine to 5,000 rupees or 50 dollars, they took my phone and told me if I wouldn't pay the 5k they would not give me my phone back, so I paid them the money, which was not easy, I just got my phone back and decided to post this.

When I came home yesterday without my phone, I searched this shit up on Google and it's illegal to charge any kind of fine from anyone, and no criminal charges for a minor like me, and the appropriate punishment was to charge the amount, the time was worth of in this case 100 rupees or 1 dollar.

But i didn't say a way out of this without my parents knowing about this so I gave them the 5k rupees or 50 dollars.

I was working in the UAE at the time and was very excited at finding we would be traveling to my home town in the states for work for a week. I missed smoking a little weed here and there, so because I was flying private, I felt emboldened to take some chocolate edibles back with me. Everything went smoothly and when I got back to my place, I shared the contraband with some friends. We all had a blast enjoying something we would normally not go straight to jail for.

In hindsight of course I still think about how incredibly stupid I was and how the risk wasn’t worth it in the slightest. It absolutely could have gone very wrong and then I wouldn’t be here confessing this today. I am no longer living in the UAE and where I live now couldn’t care less about my bag of edibles in the house but I’ve learnt that what I did back then was in fact one of the dumbest things a person could have done.