I convinced my friends asking unanswerable questions was the only way to live. Then when I get sentenced to death as a moral pervert, they arrange a prison break. But I end up talking all night about why it just shows they didn’t learn a damn thing and off myself right there in front of them. AITA?
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batkaren
I axe-murdered a greedy Russian pawnbroker knowing I exist above societal norms and transcend moral laws, thereby freeing me to commit crimes of my choosing, but now find myself consumed by guilt and paranoia, on the verge of a mental breakdown. AITA?
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