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I want this part of me to die forever.
Hi.
I'll make it quick and simple.
I was a very angry young guy, I must have been in my teens.
I grew up in a really dysfunctional home, with a mother who was borderline insane, brought home drunks, scumbags, basically dragged my brother and I through some hell.
I did some perverted things to my brother when he was little, I was maybe 9 or 10. I don't even know why. I was a little messed up.
I did some perverted things to our pets, when I was a little older, maybe in my teens, I don't even know why, I was a lot more messed up, sad, angry.
I'm now getting older, and this darkness haunts me, and yeah maybe the Good Lord deservedly cast this dark pall over my life, but I want to move on and forget the lot of awful things I did when I was younger.
I'm tired, and I don't want to look back. My mother made our life a living hell, I didn't have much of a social outlet, we were living in some pretty rotten conditions, and I just remember so many times being so sad and angry and afraid.
I hope my brother can forgive me, I hope God can forgive me. I hope everyone I've crossed can forgive me. I never meant to harm anyone. I didn't know how to properly process it all.
That's it.
I to grew up under insane conditions and I was the middle child of three, one bro and one older sister and I got blamed for everything for my bro was momma's boy and my sister daddy's girl and neither of them could do no wrong.
At 12 I ran away from home for it was that bad and they didn't even bother to call the cops. I basically walked 23 miles to grandma's house and I lived with them for 6 years and I was 15 when mom and dad found out where I was living.
I was shy and afraid of girls even older boys but I got along well with folks much older than I was.
I didn't respect anyone and I got into a lot of trouble with the law once I turned 22.
I'd kill cats without any remorse and also dogs, anything that meant anything to others.
At 23 I joined the marines and became a sniper and I'll admit I loved that for I got to kill a lot of guys and I became really good at it, my longest single shot kill confirmed was 1850 yards using a 308 and a 22 power scope. I got out of the marines after serving my country for 14 years and I really hit rock bottom for I couldn't find any work who wanted a good sniper so I ended up being a loner and started living off of the land high in the mountains which was alright in the summer time but was way to cold in the winter to I signed on with a group of guys in Mexico and earned my way by killing drug dealers, got back doing what I was good at and loved. Wo5ked for them for 11 years and came back into the states and tried to get help from the VA and I was told by them I wasn't ever in any branch of service and I started in fighting with them because of it and even tho I proved I was they still didn't offer me any help. So I started in getting revenge upon certain people and defected to Argentina and that's where I am today still doing what I love....KILLING....