I am not looking for pity or forgiveness for what I have done, to be completely honest I don't think I deserve it. If I could turn back time I would do anything to deter myself from what I did but that doesn't change the fact that I did it. I am a horrible person. I am less than human.

One day when I was with my family at the grocery store when I was seven (so about 1996) something stuck out to me in the corner of my eye. It was one snickers bar, left unguarded. Being the piece of shit that I am, I grabbed it and hid it in my pockets. If you asked me now, I couldn't tell you why I did it. I don't even like snickers. To this day I haven't eaten it, I keep it in my room so that every day I can remember what I have done.

When we were driving back from the grocery store, the gravity of my actions truly started to set in. I was in denial before but I couldn't keep clinging onto it for protection. When we got home, I sobbed. For days I didn't leave my room. My grades fell dramatically and I stopped hanging out with my friends. To this day my social skills never recovered. I got a <1 GPA and couldn't get into a good college like my rich parents had planned for me. I am nearly 40 but I don't have a family. Ironically I work at the very same grocery store I stole from. I secretly give the store thousands of dollars of my personal wealth but I know I can never earn back my dignity.

My siblings got married a long time ago, have children and millions of dollars. They live in nice homes in gated neighborhoods while I have nothing. I deserve even less than that though.

Tomorrow, I am going to go to the police and tell them everything. I need to make this right.