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I
always steal the pettiest objects, but I could never, NEVER bring
myself to shoplift. I don't know, I guess I'm just too terrified of the
law, and if I want trouble with cops I want it to be for something
actually badass, or at least a bit more teen-angst-rebellious-bullshit.
When I was a kid I'd steal from the desks of kids I hated (meaning
everyone, I was an antisocial bratty little fuck), the teacher, anything
I saw and thought I could get away with taking. It'd give me a sort of
thrill to sneak out an object from class bundled up in my scarf or
something, and hoping I wouldn't get caught, even if I just threw it in
my closet at home . It felt like a conquest, I guess. I'd steal cookies
and shit from the fridge in the cafeteria if I were supposed to be doing
some helping there, and later I'd share the prizes with some of my few
friends. Then I'd steal around and take anything from that friends
pencils to their journals and not feel a thing. Even now, if I go to a
friend's house and they get piss drunk and pass out, I'll look around
their place to see if they've got anything interesting, put it in my
bag, and act like nothing happened in the morning. TL;DR: I'm a disgrace to even those in this thread. |