I think it’s only natural to want to explain yourself. To want to share your side of things. In the hopes that, at the very least, someone will understand. Someone will see you’re not just some villain. Not just some psycho. Despite my Google results, I’m not a scumbag who deserves death—albeit a cultural one. I’m a fucked-up human who made fucked-up mistakes. I lost my way. I valorized the wrong things, did some things I really regret, and hurt people I never wanted to hurt.
