When I was little I found the cutest turtle outside in my back garden. I knew my friend Heather had a huge turtle shell and I just thought it was the coolest thing. So I left the turtle, went inside and got a knife. I went back outside and started stabbing the turtle inside the shell. And when he wouldn't die and I got sick from seeing so much blood, I started to cry and put it down, praying it would get better. I still feel like shit for doing that, I know it's not close but I feel like a murderer.
Posted on 03.04.2013, 06:04:29 CET