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I think it's hard knowing that I did all those things on my own. I brutally murdered people and yet I felt justified for what I did. I never felt guilt for killing them because I knew they deserved it. Each time I killed someone, I told myself that I was avenging my family, the people they had a part in killing. I was angry and insane and I wanted them to pay for what they did to me.
Everything that happened in that dream world, it made that version of myself callous and bitter and one-track minded.
Do you know what it feels like to see something beautiful and want to scar it because you hate it?
I can't say I'm sorry for you because I know I won't mean it, but I can say I understand guilt and I can talk to you about that.