[Read Anonymously] Confessions

((OOC: for fun, or justifying the thread, let's pretend you can't see the screen name and avatar present))

i have figured out how to write in this without leaving a name. so i am writing very carefully.

my darkest confession? when i was a child near teen hood i performed the black sacrament to rid myself of a merchant who killed my sister. i still remember the politeness of the brotherhood guy.

also i have not ever spoken to a khajiit, not even once.

I think I killed someone. Maybe more.

I woke up with blood on me and memories. I think I just want to go home.

I killed my mom's pimp when I was eight years old. Drove a dagger right into his gut and kept on stabbing.

Dark Brotherhood has visited me once or twice ever since I killed those Thalmor.

I have sex so often because my girlfriend was kidnapped by bandits when I was fifteen. Found her used and abused by a riverbed two weeks later.

Every now and then I feel like something's watching me.

I once killed an innocent man. And I still feel no remorse over it, despite knowing that I should.

Some days I wonder if I'm becoming a sociopath.

I have killed many people in the name of the Night Mother. The Brotherhood took me in after I killed my parents because and they killed my brother. By accident now that I look back on it.

I am regretful of my actions over my lifetime. So many misdeeds, so many ruined lives. All in the name of revenge.

Sometimes I think that the explosion of the Red Mountain was penance enough.

I do not truly hate all Dunmer. I know logically that there are but a handful that still follow the evil tradition of slaver, but every time I see one, I see the face of my master and begin to see red. I can't help myself. I know it is the doing of Lord Malacath. Such is his price for the strength he gave me, and I must obey.




I sometimes wish I were an orc...

I would not entrust my most personal regrets to a public journal, even with the benefit of anonymity.

Confessions are for the Divine alone.

I miss Black Marsh. I miss my mother. I wonder if she's still alive, even. I hope so.

I've been killing people that try to kill me for two years. And then I killed a guard by mistake. He was trying to arrest me for stealing, and I ended up knocking him down, his face landed on his axe. And when I was escaping...I killed another.

The worst part is

Damn it, I can't even write it.

The thrill of spilling altmer blood is one of the greatest pleasures of my life.

I have nothing to confess. My soul is clean.