You started molesting the neighbourhood kids at age 15. I don't understand why. I suspect your life, even at the age of 15, was pretty terrible.

There was something wrong, awful. A secret pain vibrating inside your head. It dragged you along, a ragdoll in the mouth of a hellhound. You watched yourself do things, disgusted even as you did them. Still, it silenced the pain, somehow. Hurting someone else fixed you -- for a while.

Maybe I'm wrong. It wasn't like that at all. Maybe you can tell me what happened, in your own words. Or maybe you don't have the words to describe it. Maybe that's the worst part -- the inability to describe that awful pain inside of you.

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Saturday, May 3rd, 2003.