June 25, 2025 • 41 mins
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Hey, what's up guys? And welcome back to another
anonymous confessions video. And you guys have been sending
me a lot of emails of your confessions.
So here's another anonymous confessions video.
And these will be some creepy anonymous confessions.
You guys send me a lot of emailsand you guys support these
videos like crazy comments, likes and just subscribing.
So, you know, I'd love to make more since you guys enjoy them
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so much and I appreciate you allwatching.
It really means the world. And like I said, please like and
subscribe. It really helps so much.
You don't even know. And yeah, I love creating a safe
space for you guys. So if you want to send it in a
confession, send it to the e-mail on screen now.
And yeah, I read through them all and I just include the ones
that I kind of can on YouTube since YouTube guidelines are a
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little bit iffy sometimes. And you guys have some, you
know, sadly disturbing confessions sometimes.
So I'm sorry if I can't include them all, but I included a lot
of them that I got. And yeah, All right, enough
talking. And without further ado, let's
get into some creepy anonymous confessions.
I tried to kill my younger brother when we were younger,
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and no one till this date knows that I was the one who did it,
not even him. This happened when I was 7 and
he was four. I didn't like him during that
time. I don't even know why.
I was a very troubled kid as my teacher described I was violent
towards other kids too. I once smacked the kids head on
the lunch table in school. Or one time I took a knife to
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school and showed it to my classmates as a warning that I
was going to kill them. I was obsessed with crime shows
during that period. It was the only thing I used to
watch. I rarely watch cartoons during
that time. I discovered serial killers like
Jack the Ripper, Jeffrey Dahmer.For some reason kid me was
impressed by them and would idolize them thinking that one
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day I'd be like them. My life at school wasn't that
great. I didn't like talking to the
other kids even though they werevery welcoming and really nice.
I used to pick on other kids forno reason.
My teacher would write notes to me asking me to bring my mother
to school for some conversation and I always try my best to hide
them for my mom because I was really scared of disappointing
her. The teacher eventually told my
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mother about the incidents at school and my mother didn't care
and pass him off by saying they were just childhood aggression
which will go away once I'm older.
My life at home was pretty chill.
I mean even though my parents relationship was messed up since
he basically forced my mother into marrying him and was a
deranged alcoholic, I never let it bother me.
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Even though he was rarely there,it didn't affect me.
Life was the same with or without him.
As for my brother, I didn't likehim much, I don't know why, it
wasn't jealousy or something, mymother actually loved us both
equally, he was just annoying. He'd cry over the smallest issue
and would disturb me all the time asking to play with him,
something I never really enjoyed.
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This part may some messed up butI wished he was gone with that.
One day when my mom was busy in the kitchen and we were playing
on the bed. I don't remember much about our
conversation but I pushed him from the bed, which was somewhat
at a good height from the floor to cause damage to someone whose
size. I looked down at the floor and
he was laying there motionless. I panicked and the realization
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hit me. I called out to my mother and
she came to the room to find himon the floor.
She was screaming and trying to get him to wake up.
The reaction was very exaggerated but it still haunts
me to this day when I remember it.
She started praying to God to save him and I felt as if my
heart had dropped. I thought I was going to jail.
When they took him to the hospital, he didn't remember
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anything about falling from the bed and I told everyone that he
slipped. Till this day everyone believes
that he slipped from the bed, even him.
During that time people including my mother criticized
me for not supervising after himcarefully.
If only they knew. I've become a very non violent
person since then. I never had trouble with other
kids and will be graduating in two years from school.
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One of the top ones in my class.Me and my brother are close now.
I love him a lot and can't imagine losing him.
I'm still a big crime documentary fan but now I feel
more empathetic towards the victims.
Hello Snook, I've been thinking about submitting this for a
little while now. I love your confession videos.
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I have a couple I must admit, but this is the first one.
My mom was murdered last year bya boyfriend.
She was only 52 and I just retired the year previously.
The trial is in a couple months.It's been rescheduled several
times. A few times it's been a week or
two from the scheduled trial, and dread doesn't even describe
the word I feel when thinking about seeing the killer.
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The way he killed her was incredibly violent.
I don't know all the details because it's all been under
investigation so they haven't told me much.
I don't want to learn the details, but I'm going to learn
everything. Whenever the trial happens,
everything I do know absolutely haunts me.
I really don't want to learn anything more than I already
know. I remember the day when I
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learned what happened clearly before I got the news.
She was a diabetic and had a monitor that would tell us if
her blood sugar was low through a nap.
I woke up to my sister saying her monitor was off and asked me
to try and get in touch with her.
I did and she didn't answer. I didn't suspect anything.
Sometimes her monitor got disconnected.
My work started at noon that day, a Wednesday, so I sent her
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a message when I was getting ready for work.
She didn't respond and I went towork a little worried but still
thought everything was fine. No response.
Two hours into my shift and thenher best friend calls me and
tells me I need to leave work and she and my sister are coming
to pick me up. That was when I knew something
was terribly wrong. I left work immediately fighting
back tears thinking she was in the hospital for either having a
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seizure or extremely low blood sugar.
When they showed up my sister burst out of the car and said he
fucking killed her while crying her eyes out.
I wasn't ready for that. I was in shock and get in the
car when we drove to her place to pack up her dogs and arrange
getting her things. It gets blurry after this point.
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There were reporters there asking for us to say something
but I couldn't. I'm very proud of my sister and
her best friend for being able to say something when I
couldn't. The arrangement was the next
day, the last time I saw him. More reporters shoving cameras
in our faces. I hate reporters.
I couldn't look up after seeing him as he entered the courtroom.
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I don't expect much more than that for the trial.
This went on longer than I planned, so I'll cut it here if
this makes it into a video. My heart goes out to anyone who
lost a loved one by murderer. Thank you for reading.
Anonymous confessions, Cannibalistic curiosities.
Hello Snook, I'm a big fan of your content and listen to your
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stuff a lot while drawing. I hope you are well and I had a
question on what things you do for yourself and self-care after
digesting all these stories. And I don't do much.
I read a lot of these. I read through all of these
emails. I don't do a lot for self-care
because I don't know, I just think it's somewhat easy to
digest all of these because I feel like I'm doing a good
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thing, you know, creating a safespace for you all.
Definitely sad and definitely can, you know, bring me down a
bit, but it just provides a space where other people can
maybe relate. Watching the video and I think
it does a lot of good. So it makes me feel good.
And anyways, on to your confession.
To the confession. Call it morbid curiosity, maybe
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feral instincts. I'd like to make it clear I have
no desire to kill, but I do havea cannibalistic curiosities.
Growing up during my emotional incidents of SH as a troubled
teenager, I often wondered how it tastes to cut off a small
piece of my own flesh and devourit.
My mind often entertained these thoughts and wondered if I would
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pan sear the piece of flesh, season it, eat it raw and pure.
There's something about the glisten and shine of what sits
under human skin that really appears to me.
I have a bad habit of nibbling chunks of store bought meat raw
or barely cooked while preparingmy dinners and as a result will
sometimes have an upset stomach.Raw meat is just extremely
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delicious. Maybe I can be the next liver
king. He has a content creator that
supports diety and on raw meats.There's not much more to
mention. Will I ever get the chance to
try human flesh? Probably not, but a person can
dream. I was a part of a clan worn
Africa confession. As the title reads, I was part
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of an ongoing clan slash land conflict in Africa.
I was barely a teen when I got involved and I wasn't a major
fighter during the conflict or anything, but I definitely did
contribute to it. I'm a Somali kid who was born in
America and sent to Kenya, Garissa in the northeast to live
with my uncle when I was 11. I was tricked into coming
because my mom told me it was just a vacation for two months.
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But I was really brought for to con celis, which means return to
culture or return to discipline in Somali.
This was basically so I could memorize the Quran, the holy
book of my religion island and also my culture so I wouldn't
become too westernized, which issomething very common in Somali
families. Adjusting took some time but
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eventually I made friends mostlythrough cousins and relatives.
I didn't speak the language verywell and making friends at my
dirty school that I despised washard for me.
My relatives slash clan were tied to the ongoing conflict and
that access to a lot of guns. Guns are kind of restricted in
Kenya but you'd be surprised howmany rural people own them in
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the eastern parts of the country.
Clan conflicts, land conflicts and other issues were normal in
the region of Greece I was in. People mostly fought over land
disputes and of course clans AKAkwabils in Somali.
In my area it wasn't unusual to hear gunfire at night, even at
school. I remember this one time we
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started ducking down during class when bolts flew just
outside the school compound. I remember crying under my desk
and I don't really remember why.I was the kind of kid who
laughed at the sound of gunfire.Maybe it was because everyone
else was crying and I just wanted to fit in.
I've mostly forgotten the feelings I felt when that
happened, which could explain a lot.
Me and one of my cousins were very close, best friend level
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even. We played around with guns
firing into the air trees whenever we could get the
chance. We would shoot at anything for
fun out of real love for guns and so did my cousin.
The reason I adored my cousin was because he wasn't like the
other African kids. He felt like someone American
like me. Like we shared the same
interests, hobbies and everything.
One day I was stupid enough to suggest we go spook people and
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shoot at their feet in the Bush less urban areas just to mess
with them and scare them. I think we stopped after one
incident when we accidentally hit someone of the foot.
I don't remember all the detailsbut they ran off and didn't
bleed so maybe the bullet just grazed them.
Eventually I got slightly involved in some real fighting
but I won't say more for safety in legal reasons.
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I was barely a teen but now I'm back in America and weirdly for
some reason I don't feel any trauma from it.
I thought I'd get PTSD but I didn't.
If anything I like guns even more right now.
I'm still a minor but not going to lie, I can't wait to hold an
AK47 again. I hope I can get my hands on
one. Hi, I've been watching your
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videos for a while and I love your confession videos.
I'm not sure if this fits the vibe of your channel but here's
my confession. I'm from the UK and like
America, we have a big gang culture here.
When I was 14 I got involved in a gang in my area, mainly
because I was robbed by a rival gang which made me feel like I
need to protection. My younger brother never got
involved in the gang and always chose to hang out just outside
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of my gangs area instead. He would hang out a couple of
towns over. One day he called me up while he
was out and told me he had been robbed by the gang in the town
that he usually went to. Obviously I was raging when he
told me so The next day me and one of my members of the gang
went to the town to get revenge for what happened to my brother.
After we got revenge, I was always looking over my shoulder,
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paranoid that the rival gang would retaliate, so I always
kept a knife on me. About a month after the
incident, I was walking through town to meet a friend when I saw
someone falling behind me with his coat over his head and
looking at the ground so I couldn't see his face.
I got paranoid so I started speeding up my pace but he kept
up. Once the guy got too close to
me, I pulled out my knife and ina single motion slice the guy's
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face. The bloke screamed in pain and
confusion, looking up at me scared.
That's when I realized that he wasn't a part of any gang, was a
civilian. This is my biggest regrets in
life. I've heard other people but they
were all the gang members so I can live with it, but hurting a
civilian just makes me feel sickwhen I think about it.
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There are justifications that other people in my life had
given me, but I don't think I can ever justify what I did.
I'm now 21 years old with a. 2 year old boy.
A full time job in our place. I left the gang about a year
after the story happened, so at about 15, and have stayed away
from everything to do with it. I've been swapping out the sugar
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in my shared office's break roomwith salt for the past six
months. Just a tiny bit at first, barely
noticeable. Then I started.
Increasing the ratio. Now it's almost pure salt.
Nobody has said anything, not a single person.
They just keep making their coffee and tea, grimacing
slightly and then going back to the desks.
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I watched them day in and day out, poisoning their morning
routines with my salt. Hi Snook, thanks for reading
this confession if you ever do. Been watching for about a year
and love listening to the videoswhile working out, cleaning,
driving, or pretty much anything.
Love your content. I do want to stay anonymous, but
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I'll give you my first name. Cole.
I just need to get this off my chest no matter what.
Every time I drive I'm reminded of this and it makes me feel
deeply terrified and queasy. So when I was at college I was
fairly frequently drive to my parents house for some weekends.
It was only about a 2 hour driveand it was kind of fun because
the roads were calm and had a nice view.
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One weekend I left college a little later at night.
Not a big deal. Driving in the dark, it wasn't
too difficult. About 30 minutes in I was stuck
behind someone going slower thanme.
This road was one lane going both ways for visual and I was
looking to pass the guy. It was so dark out I couldn't
see the environment too well so I couldn't see if there was a
hill up ahead and if there was acar out of view.
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I know about the lane divider lines when the dotted it means
it's safe, but. This is an older area with older
roads that aren't marked properly or just withered down
paint. Despite all these things, I
decided to attempt to pass him looking back at it every time.
It was such a dumb effing move, I wish I didn't and never even
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tried to risk it, but being the dumbass reckless young driver I
was, I wouldn't. Anyways, I was in a Honda Civic
so it wasn't a fast car. After trying to pass the guy for
a couple seconds I saw headlights in front of me.
No clue how far away and I'm so thankful for the guy I was
passing because they noticed it and slowed down a shit ton for
me to get back over. If he hadn't, I probably would
have died that day along with whoever was in that car.
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Ever since this I've never attempted to pass anyone ever
again. I'm not a.
Reckless driver at all. I drive like a grandma just
because of the deep dread that event put in my head.
Sorry if there isn't much else to the story.
You know, potentially not being enough.
I just needed to tell someone about this.
I've never told a soul. Thanks for reading Snook.
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Hi Snook, firstly I would like to say how much I appreciate
your series and channel as it seriously saves my working days.
Secondly, if you have any comments on what I'm about to
say please feel free to let me know.
So when I was younger, about 16 or 17, I ended up with a baby
squirrel. I lived out fairly far from the
nearest town and could not go togive her to a professional vet.
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Before people get upset. She had fallen out of a tree
just before a huge lightning storm and she wouldn't go up to
the tree to her family no matterhow hard to be tried.
Anyways, I became her mother. I'd feed her every time she was
hungry, I kept her warm and I helped her keep clean.
For two months. I had to feed her every few
hours and lost sleep. I honestly loved her more than
any other pet I've ever had. One day I had to go help my
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mother with her business as it was urgent.
I had the squirrel out of her cage to play and cuddle and
clean her cage out. Well, after my mother called I
had to put everything back and secure the cage fast.
It turned out I'd not secured her cage very well and she
managed to get out and explore the house.
One of our dogs ended up killingher and my brother found her
when we got home. All I remember that day is
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holding her and crying into her fur.
I hated the dogs and myself thatday.
We buried her and I gave her a headstone.
But since that day I feel my heart is closed.
I cannot love another animal or human as I loved her.
I ended up getting a tattoo of her feet on my shoulder as I
needed to feel close to her. But I let her down and now I
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struggle to love anything. It's been almost four years
since that day and yet I'm stillunable to open my heart to love
anything that much. I had started a series with her.
We had one more episode to watchleft when she passed.
To this day, I cannot even thinkof the show without breaking
down into tears. I will forever blame myself.
I apologize for the long post, but I appreciate you taking your
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time to read my story. Thank you.
Thank you so much for sharing this and I'll give my thoughts
as you asked for them. I really think you should
forgive yourself. I understand how attached you
were to the squirrel and now just yeah, how attached you were
to the your animal and your pet.But I think you should forgive
yourself totally because it doesn't really seem like it was
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your fault from everything you laid out.
Seems like you're in a rush. Put it away and you're, you
know, the squirrel accidentally got out.
And I don't think you obviously didn't mean to hurt her.
I really think it was an accident.
And horrible things like that can happen.
But I really don't think you should let this, you know, kind
of restrict you from loving other people or loving other
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animals. It's definitely scary and you
might think you're going to get hurt again, but you know, it's
better to live life loving and, you know, not scared of
something like that happening again.
It was a horrible accident and hopefully nothing like that ever
happens again. But yeah, I really think you
should try to learn to forgive yourself, you know, maybe some
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sort of therapy. I mean, it's been years, you
said. So I think therapy, something
like that might help you out. I think it's worth looking into
and anyone else watching, feel free to leave your opinions and
comments down below in the comments and hopefully give her
some insight. And anyways, on to the next one.
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My eating disorder ruined everyone's lives with mine.
I've been carrying this out around for years and just need
to get it out. I was 13 when I chose to stop
eating after hearing of anorexia.
My family was turbulent and I felt unseen and unwanted.
For some bizarre reason, I decided that stopping eating was
the way to go about fixing this.It only took about 3 months for
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true eating disorder to form andfor my thinking patterns to
become completely delusional. I have a French bulldog who is
the light of my life and my bestfriend in my insanity.
I decided that because I loved her so much, she too deserved to
become beautiful like I was, andso I stopped feeding her so
much. I would walk her for at least 10
kilometers a day with me while decreasing the amount of food
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she was given. Obviously she lost weight
quickly. My parents never said a word to
me about it, but I'm sure they knew what it was my doing.
I wasn't allowed to walk her afterwards and she's never
suffered anything long term, butthe guilt racks me every time I
prepare her food. I recovered for a year and a
half or so and got a girlfriend.She, unbeknownst to me, was also
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in recovery from an eating disorder, though hers was
bulimia. She accidentally introduced new
behaviors to me and vice versa. The relationship became very
toxic, both of us using each other as ways to feed into her
illness. I single handedly tore her out
of her recovery. We broke up about 6 months later
and I haven't talked much at allsince.
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I used to see around town but she moved away last year and I
wonder how she's doing now. I hope she was able to find
peace again and I haven't made along lasting negative impact on
her. When I was 16 my eating became
the worst it had ever been and Ideclined very rapidly both
physically and mentally. I was causing arguments every
day at home, yelling at my parents for making me food that
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I didn't approve of, yelling at my brothers for stealing food
I've been hoarding, and just wasoverall really a dreadful
person. A few too many plates of food
were being thrown for someone sofar past toddlerhood.
There was a time my brother saw me come out of my room for what
must have been the first time indays, and he asked if I wanted
some of the pizza he'd ordered. I obviously said no.
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He said he was worried about me and I wasn't exactly myself
anymore, that I was just becoming a skeleton and he what
doesn't like that? I shouted at him for that, and
I'm not sure exactly what I said, but I know it revolved
around jealousy in some way. That same brother had developed
anorexia. Now I'm certain my own illness
played a large part in all of it, and seeing me in the depths
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of it must have planted a seed for him which was only made him
itself seen. It ruins me watching him go
downhill in the same way I did. However, I feel angry that my
family cares so much about his health and nobody ever gave a
shit about mine. My mom didn't even believe me
when I said I've been officiallydiagnosed with anorexia.
She was aware, but uncaring. She used to message my aunt all
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those years ago asking if she's noticed I've changed and lost
weight and that she was worried,but she never did a thing.
I suppose I should be pleased she's learning from her mistakes
and is trying to minimize the strength of my brother's own Ed,
but there's just such a range inside me.
Every time I hear her asking himto please eat, encouraging him
and loving him despite it. They don't fight like we used
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to. I've since recovered, been
discharged from all services, and haven't done the things I
used to for a long time. I know I was sick and maybe some
of the things I did weren't truly me doing it, but I know I
should have controlled myself a bit more.
Nobody around me deserve that monster and I hope when I start
medical school it won't make itself known again.
Thank you for reading M. Hi Snook, I'm a new subscriber
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who found your channel recently and I have been hooked on your
content ever since. Keep it up.
I'd like to share something and ask for your perspective.
I'm a junior Marine just out of boot camp and MCT.
My follow on school is 9 months long and intensive.
We learn a topic one day and test on at the next.
Our MOS is considered mission critical to the academic.
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Standards are high. Anything below 80% is a fail
today or a few weeks or so. By the time you read this, we
took a cumulative exam covering everything we've learned so far.
On my first attempt I scored 77.3%.
Good enough in many MO s s but afailure for ours.
A second failure would push me to the next class.
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A third would mean reclassification.
What makes it even more upsetting is I studied day and
night for this exam and I still failed.
And failure is not an option. Not to me or my family that rely
on me to help them pay bills. When I sat for the retest I was
so anxious and stressed about not passing that I made a
terrible decision. Taking advantage of my laptop's
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low brightness setting. Gets set to minimum brightness
to save battery when off the charger.
I opened ChatGPT during the examand use it to look up answers I
passed while many of my friends who relied solely on their own
study scored in the mid 70s. I have ADHD which makes focus
and knowledge retention a daily challenge, but that does not
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excuse what I did. Cheating showed disrespect to my
fellow Marines, my chain of command, and the rank I wear
which is LCPL. I'll have to live with that
choice for the rest of my career.
I'm sharing this because I valueaccountability and would
appreciate any advice you or thecommunity can offer on owning
this mistake and moving forward with integrity.
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Hey man, first of all, thanks for your honesty and for your
service. Thanks for sending this in.
You know, thanks for sending this in like I just said.
But you didn't write this in to justify what happened.
I sure hope not. And you owned it.
But here's what I would have to say.
What you did was wrong. Yeah.
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But one mistake doesn't define your entire integrity.
What does define it is what you choose to do next.
And you're already asking the right questions.
How do I move forward? How do I make sure to never do
that again? And yeah, it sounds like it's
very hard environment, You know,80% passing ADHD.
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Hopefully. I don't know the Marines at all.
If you can get a combination of some sort for that, I don't
know, I could just be making that up.
But yeah, you know, you can't change the past.
I don't think you should beat yourself up forever.
It's definitely not right to cheat.
You can't condone that at all. But like I said, it's what you
choose to do next. And I really hope you can maybe
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in the future just eat the fail if you have to, or study more.
I think this is a good learning experience for you.
And, yeah, I'm not sure what else to say.
Everyone watching, please, you know, give some feedback.
And I'm sure some people might say both sides of the spectrum
that either you should be kickedout or it's fine to cheat.
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I'm going to take the middle of the road.
I'm going to say you can't change the past.
But please, you know, use this as a learning lesson.
And yeah, to being kicked out ofthe Marines is a lot worse than,
you know, failing. I'm not sure.
I don't know all the insurance and out.
But thank you so much for sharing.
I hope this little, you know, rant helps you out a little bit
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and thank you and good luck withthe rest of your Academy in the
Marines. Godspeed.
Hi Snook, love the channel and hoping to keep this anonymous
trigger warning for Animal Death.
So when I was a sophomore in high school I worked at a golf
course part time. I was a cart kid so I would just
manage the golf carts for people, nothing too special.
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There was a Mama duck who lived right next to the cart garage.
I called her Paddy. Well she laid eggs one year.
Whenever she left I would look at them.
There were eight. One day after school I went to
work and heard peeping. Her eggs hatched.
I walked over to her and she gotreally spooked and flew off.
I peeked over to where the eggs were and saw 8 little chicks.
I was so happy and proud of her.I considered this duck my friend
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for the past two years I worked there and it was so cool that
she had babies who would no doubt live in one of the many
ponds at this golf course. I have no idea what came over
me, but I decided I wanted one. Maybe you know where this is
going. I'm sick to my stomach just
thinking about it. I held it in my hand.
He peeps loudly for his mother who didn't come back.
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Then I thought if I took one I should take 2 so they wouldn't
be lonely. Here I am with two baby wild
ducks thinking I could raise them.
How ignorant I was. I put them in a popcorn basket.
The golf course gave out free popcorn for golfers, so by the
end of my shift I would have a stack of empty popcorn baskets.
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I walked home with them and whenI got home my mom and stepdad
were not happy, but they accepted it.
I told them that their mom abandoned them and not that I
straight up stole them. I found an empty storage box,
put a towel in it with some grass, a bowl of water, and a
lamp. Not even a heat lamp, just a
lamp. I played with them that day and
named them Teriyaki and Nugget. My mom was even somewhat fond of
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them by the end of the day. Well, at night they wouldn't
stop peeping and I couldn't sleep, undoubtedly because they
were cold. I thought if I held them they
would feel better and warm up, so I did.
They settled into the nook of myarm and quieted it down before I
knew it, and I woke up in the middle of the night.
I immediately knew I messed up. I got up and saw one of them
stiff and squished flat on my bed.
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I immediately freaked out and began searching for the other.
I flipped over a pillow next to me and there it was, squished,
stiff and contorted. At first I thought going to put
them back in their box and make it look like they just died but
I was hysterical and I ran up tomy mom and step dad's room
screaming that I was a monster that I had murdered my babies.
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My mom did her best to console me and told me they would have
died anyway since they were rejected from the nest even
though they were perfectly healthy and I had stolen them.
I cried for weeks. I always imagined the beautiful
ducks that they could have grownunto had I not been selfish and
considered their needs and that they were wild animals and not
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pet slash toys. The only person who knows that I
smothered 2 baby ducks are my mom and my now ex stepfather.
This was over 10 years ago and Istill feel so guilty.
I've since raised multiple pets slash animals including my cats
who I raised in six weeks and chickens who have raised from
less than a week. My mom says my chickens made-up
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for those ducks but if she knew the whole story I don't think
she'd say that. I think I'll learn from this,
but we'll never live it down. We buried them the next day
under a pine tree in our backyard.
And poor Patty, her babies were stolen from her and murdered not
out of spite, but of neglect andstupidity.
I hope I can be forgiven. I still think about them nearly
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every day and how I destroyed their chance of life.
Often when I look at my chickensI get flashbacks.
That horrible moment I woke up in the middle of the night to
two stiff baby birds under me. Never will I again.
Or have I since gotten a pet or animal without considering their
needs? I'm partially at fault for my
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best friend's death. Hey Snook, I've been a long time
fan of the channel since 50K Subs.
I like to remain anonymous but excuse me for any mistakes.
So I made a lifelong, or so I thought, best friend in 2020.
We spent every day together playing and hanging out.
Let's call them M. We met through my church and we
spent every waking moment together.
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We were inseparable. In one day, October 22nd, 2021,
me, him and his younger brother and sister were at our passer's
house and I was on a hill since his dad was helping fix
something. He and his siblings were in
their dad's truck and suddenly it started to roll down the hill
and both of the doors were open,flinging him and his younger
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sister out of the cabin. He dove after tackling her into
the nearby ditch before he landed right behind the rear
wheel in which it rolled over his rib cage.
We all rushed over and both his siblings were fine but one of
his ribs was sticking out and hewas covered in blood.
He got rushed to the hospital and he sadly passed away 4 hours
later to lung punctures. I never got to see him after
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that and afterwards the family fell apart and everyone used his
death for attention even though he was my only friend and I was
his. The same reason I feel at fault
is because it should have been me in that truck, not him.
Thank you for reading my confession and I wish anyone who
was listening a good day. I think I was the last person to
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see my neighbor alive. Confession.
Hi Snook, my name is Parker. I've been following you since
January of this year and I've probably watched all of your
videos. I really enjoy everything you
do. I just watched your recent
confessions video and finally had the courage to send in my
own. As my e-mail said, I think I was
the last person to see my neighbor alive.
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I'm now 22 years old, but this took place in 2017 when I was
14. I live in a small village in the
mountains surrounded by woods inEurope.
To give some more context, my family and I all live relatively
close together, and next to my house lived my neighbor.
I think he was about 68 at that time, who was very mentally ill.
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My grandma told me that his mother suffered from
schizophrenia and that she brokelater on in live.
That summer, my neighbor would constantly walk into our
property. He even followed me and my
friends when I had a big party. In some European countries,
there's this tradition that whenyou turn 14, you're beginning
your path into adulthood. So we celebrate that with food,
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alcohol, often the first alcoholwe get to drink, and lots of
money from family and friends. Often kids invite neighbors and
other friends from around to Hangouts and be away from the
adults to drink alone. So me and my three friends went
to a playground not far from my home to drink and goof around.
After a bit we went back to my party and when we approached the
house I saw him stand on the edge of the house with a
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cigarette peering around the corner.
We kind of got spooked and turned around and he began to
follow us. We ran ahead and jumped the
fence to get back to the house. I went to find my dad and
grandpa and they told him to go home.
At this point he couldn't form sentences or even words so all
he would do is grumble and grunt.
He also foamed at the mouth. It was genuinely very scary.
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Anyways, my mom's friends came to visits and we are sitting
outside my house. There's a path from the front of
my house to the door where we are sitting.
My mother was telling this storyand was sitting with her back to
the path when me and her friendsall went quiet and pale because
he was standing directly behind her.
Thankfully my dad came outside at that moment and told him to
go away. A few weeks later, me, my dad,
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and my cousin and her kids, my grandma were hanging out in
front of my house because my dadhad just gotten a new car.
He was showing some family members while I was playing with
the kids when I saw that neighbor stand behind my dad's
car. He was wearing a dress shirt,
sweatpants and loafers or house shoes.
My grandma told him to go away. 10 minutes later he came back
wearing dress pants and dress shoes.
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He was gesturing around kind of yelling but we couldn't make
sense. My grandma and dad told them
again to leave and he finally did.
That summer, the unbearable heatin my insomnia made it hard for
me to sleep. I was sitting by my window
scrolling on my phone when I heard a weird metal clanking
noise. I looked outside and my neighbor
was standing outside, his gate opening over and over again.
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He then went on to walk to my property and walk towards my
garden. I started running downstairs to
see where he was going. I could kind of see him walking
around and then go on to the path and walk away.
I went back to the bed and awokethe next morning to police
sirens and helicopters flying over.
I was supposed to meet my cousinto plan her son's birthday.
We wanted to have a treasure hunt in the woods so we marked
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some trees and bird a chest I had with toys and sweets for the
kids on our way. We walked past his house and
some police officers stopped us.They asked if we knew anything
and I told them what I saw. They said his wife went to bed
before him and woke up around 6:00 AM to him missing.
So that was officially the last to see him.
But because I was a minor without a parent, they weren't
allowed to take my information. But they told us that if I
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remembered anything else to comeout of the pre incident.
The following weeks they searched the woods with
helicopters and dogs but found nothing.
Me and my parents when the garden when we found a plastic
cover with papers in them. They were letters my neighbors
wrote in which he said that he'sbeing followed by strangers,
that a young woman was trying toseduce him, but he loved his
wife so deeply even though she was disabled he would never
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leave her. It was all very incoherent and
strange. He said he was scared and didn't
know what to do. We all came to my conclusion
that he left these. When he came to our garden that
night, I saw him. We wanted to go to the police
the next day, but that morning he was found.
He was found in one of the entries to our woods, face down
and leaves beside The Walking path.
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He was found by a man walking his dog early in the morning.
We heard through the Grapevine that he was missing a shoe, his
clothes torn, all scratched up and dirty.
The police never released an official statement and his
father, who is still alive, saidthat he thinks his son was
murdered, but we don't know whatto make of it.
A month later, a young man my cousin knew from school also
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went missing was found dead nearwhere my neighbor was found.
A few years later a girl went missing the woods and was never
found. My grandma said that she heard
tales of people disappearing in our woods and neither being
found dead near the entries and exits of our woods or are never
found. I genuinely don't know what
happened to my neighbors and those other people.
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It couldn't have been animals astheir bodies had no indication
of such. It's just really strange.
I don't really talk about this because I feel guilty.
I should have woken up my parents and called the police
when I saw him. Maybe they could have found him
in time. Thank you Snook for letting me
tell my story and creating a safe space for others to do so
as well. Confession.
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I killed my cousin's Bunny. Hello Snook, I find the videos
you make very interesting and would like to confess my story
as well. First of all, thank you for
giving me a way to express my feelings and I hope help guide
others so that they do not make the same mistakes I did.
Please allow me to remain anonymous while I write this
story. My cousin A, who is female, got
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herself a boyfriend, M, who is male.
He got her a Bunny as a present at some point and it was the
cutest thing in the world. His name was Zeus.
He was completely white with black patches around both his
eyes and his ears and half a snout.
I would go up to my cousin's balcony and spend ridiculous
amounts of time just petting andplaying with Zeus.
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Zeus lived in a very contained cage originally meant for
hamsters and such, so he was notable to grow properly and was
relatively small. For the first three years of his
life. Then my cousin and her boyfriend
moved out of the country and since I was quite attending to
Zeus, they gave him to me to care for.
For the first time he was able to roam freely around the house
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and with my then close minded parents not realizing that he
can have accidents while roaming.
He would pat his head and lightly hit him whenever he made
a mess. It didn't make a difference at
all, he was just scared of us sohe wouldn't come out at all that
often and that meant he was already positioned in his litter
box whenever he had to go. This bias translated into us
thinking we did the right thing into training them.
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Two years later we had a very rainy November and since we
lived in a developing part of the world, we just placed his
cage outside and didn't think much of it until the rain
started to get into his cage. I still tried feeding him and
giving him water while Zeus was a very sensitive animal and
couldn't even properly groom himself at that point.
The next day I saw the real damage of what had been done.
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His cage had one inch of fluids inside it, some rainwater, some
of his urine and feces. His legs were losing their fur
because of their exposure to thefluid.
He was extremely tired and barely responsive due to the
exhaustion because he wouldn't have been able to sit or lay
down to sleep for almost 24 hours, and there's a good chance
he also drank some of the fluid.We couldn't get in touch with
any of the vets in the area and we had to take matters into our
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own hands. We got him a slightly warm bath
and spent a lot of time taking turns drying him with towels and
a dryer, not knowing that givingthem a bath makes bunnies.
I'll we thought it was a good idea.
I think it was at least better than letting him groom himself
again and having him clean his messy fur with his mouth.
After that I wrapped him in a towel and held him up against me
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as long as I could so that he can get my body heat.
The next morning I went to school.
When I came back I was informed he died.
I killed him. Me being irresponsible of
another life is something I willnever let happen again.
I have another rabbit now and he's extremely happy and gets
loads of treats, playtime and space to roam, dig and hide.
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But I will remember Zeus as the helpless pet whose death I am
responsible for. Rest in peace Zeus.
And with that sad final confession, that wraps up
today's video. I really hope everyone in this
video, if you're still watching,if you did submit a confession,
you guys can hopefully learn to move on, learn to forgive
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yourself. And I really hope you guys are
all doing great. And if you'd like to see your
confession in a future video, please send to the e-mail that
was provided on screen in the beginning of the video.
I read through them all, and I really appreciate you guys
watching to the end. And yeah, I'm glad I can provide
the space, safe space for many of you.
And it really means, you know, Ihope it means a lot.
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Thank you so much for watching. Like I said, please like and
subscribe. It helps so much.
And with that being said, there's a snook and I'll see you
next time. Bye.
Hey, what's up guys? And welcome back to another
anonymous confessions video. And you guys have been sending
me a lot of emails of your confessions.
So here's another anonymous confessions video.
And these will be some creepy anonymous confessions.
You guys send me a lot of emailsand you guys support these
videos like crazy comments, likes and just subscribing.
So, you know, I'd love to make more since you guys enjoy them
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so much and I appreciate you allwatching.
It really means the world. And like I said, please like and
subscribe. It really helps so much.
You don't even know. And yeah, I love creating a safe
space for you guys. So if you want to send it in a
confession, send it to the e-mail on screen now.
And yeah, I read through them all and I just include the ones
that I kind of can on YouTube since YouTube guidelines are a
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little bit iffy sometimes. And you guys have some, you
know, sadly disturbing confessions sometimes.
So I'm sorry if I can't include them all, but I included a lot
of them that I got. And yeah, All right, enough
talking. And without further ado, let's
get into some creepy anonymous confessions.
I tried to kill my younger brother when we were younger,
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and no one till this date knows that I was the one who did it,
not even him. This happened when I was 7 and
he was four. I didn't like him during that
time. I don't even know why.
I was a very troubled kid as my teacher described I was violent
towards other kids too. I once smacked the kids head on
the lunch table in school. Or one time I took a knife to
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school and showed it to my classmates as a warning that I
was going to kill them. I was obsessed with crime shows
during that period. It was the only thing I used to
watch. I rarely watch cartoons during
that time. I discovered serial killers like
Jack the Ripper, Jeffrey Dahmer.For some reason kid me was
impressed by them and would idolize them thinking that one
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day I'd be like them. My life at school wasn't that
great. I didn't like talking to the
other kids even though they werevery welcoming and really nice.
I used to pick on other kids forno reason.
My teacher would write notes to me asking me to bring my mother
to school for some conversation and I always try my best to hide
them for my mom because I was really scared of disappointing
her. The teacher eventually told my
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mother about the incidents at school and my mother didn't care
and pass him off by saying they were just childhood aggression
which will go away once I'm older.
My life at home was pretty chill.
I mean even though my parents relationship was messed up since
he basically forced my mother into marrying him and was a
deranged alcoholic, I never let it bother me.
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Even though he was rarely there,it didn't affect me.
Life was the same with or without him.
As for my brother, I didn't likehim much, I don't know why, it
wasn't jealousy or something, mymother actually loved us both
equally, he was just annoying. He'd cry over the smallest issue
and would disturb me all the time asking to play with him,
something I never really enjoyed.
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This part may some messed up butI wished he was gone with that.
One day when my mom was busy in the kitchen and we were playing
on the bed. I don't remember much about our
conversation but I pushed him from the bed, which was somewhat
at a good height from the floor to cause damage to someone whose
size. I looked down at the floor and
he was laying there motionless. I panicked and the realization
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hit me. I called out to my mother and
she came to the room to find himon the floor.
She was screaming and trying to get him to wake up.
The reaction was very exaggerated but it still haunts
me to this day when I remember it.
She started praying to God to save him and I felt as if my
heart had dropped. I thought I was going to jail.
When they took him to the hospital, he didn't remember
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anything about falling from the bed and I told everyone that he
slipped. Till this day everyone believes
that he slipped from the bed, even him.
During that time people including my mother criticized
me for not supervising after himcarefully.
If only they knew. I've become a very non violent
person since then. I never had trouble with other
kids and will be graduating in two years from school.
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One of the top ones in my class.Me and my brother are close now.
I love him a lot and can't imagine losing him.
I'm still a big crime documentary fan but now I feel
more empathetic towards the victims.
Hello Snook, I've been thinking about submitting this for a
little while now. I love your confession videos.
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I have a couple I must admit, but this is the first one.
My mom was murdered last year bya boyfriend.
She was only 52 and I just retired the year previously.
The trial is in a couple months.It's been rescheduled several
times. A few times it's been a week or
two from the scheduled trial, and dread doesn't even describe
the word I feel when thinking about seeing the killer.
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The way he killed her was incredibly violent.
I don't know all the details because it's all been under
investigation so they haven't told me much.
I don't want to learn the details, but I'm going to learn
everything. Whenever the trial happens,
everything I do know absolutely haunts me.
I really don't want to learn anything more than I already
know. I remember the day when I
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learned what happened clearly before I got the news.
She was a diabetic and had a monitor that would tell us if
her blood sugar was low through a nap.
I woke up to my sister saying her monitor was off and asked me
to try and get in touch with her.
I did and she didn't answer. I didn't suspect anything.
Sometimes her monitor got disconnected.
My work started at noon that day, a Wednesday, so I sent her
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a message when I was getting ready for work.
She didn't respond and I went towork a little worried but still
thought everything was fine. No response.
Two hours into my shift and thenher best friend calls me and
tells me I need to leave work and she and my sister are coming
to pick me up. That was when I knew something
was terribly wrong. I left work immediately fighting
back tears thinking she was in the hospital for either having a
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seizure or extremely low blood sugar.
When they showed up my sister burst out of the car and said he
fucking killed her while crying her eyes out.
I wasn't ready for that. I was in shock and get in the
car when we drove to her place to pack up her dogs and arrange
getting her things. It gets blurry after this point.
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There were reporters there asking for us to say something
but I couldn't. I'm very proud of my sister and
her best friend for being able to say something when I
couldn't. The arrangement was the next
day, the last time I saw him. More reporters shoving cameras
in our faces. I hate reporters.
I couldn't look up after seeing him as he entered the courtroom.
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I don't expect much more than that for the trial.
This went on longer than I planned, so I'll cut it here if
this makes it into a video. My heart goes out to anyone who
lost a loved one by murderer. Thank you for reading.
Anonymous confessions, Cannibalistic curiosities.
Hello Snook, I'm a big fan of your content and listen to your
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stuff a lot while drawing. I hope you are well and I had a
question on what things you do for yourself and self-care after
digesting all these stories. And I don't do much.
I read a lot of these. I read through all of these
emails. I don't do a lot for self-care
because I don't know, I just think it's somewhat easy to
digest all of these because I feel like I'm doing a good
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thing, you know, creating a safespace for you all.
Definitely sad and definitely can, you know, bring me down a
bit, but it just provides a space where other people can
maybe relate. Watching the video and I think
it does a lot of good. So it makes me feel good.
And anyways, on to your confession.
To the confession. Call it morbid curiosity, maybe
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feral instincts. I'd like to make it clear I have
no desire to kill, but I do havea cannibalistic curiosities.
Growing up during my emotional incidents of SH as a troubled
teenager, I often wondered how it tastes to cut off a small
piece of my own flesh and devourit.
My mind often entertained these thoughts and wondered if I would
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pan sear the piece of flesh, season it, eat it raw and pure.
There's something about the glisten and shine of what sits
under human skin that really appears to me.
I have a bad habit of nibbling chunks of store bought meat raw
or barely cooked while preparingmy dinners and as a result will
sometimes have an upset stomach.Raw meat is just extremely
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delicious. Maybe I can be the next liver
king. He has a content creator that
supports diety and on raw meats.There's not much more to
mention. Will I ever get the chance to
try human flesh? Probably not, but a person can
dream. I was a part of a clan worn
Africa confession. As the title reads, I was part
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of an ongoing clan slash land conflict in Africa.
I was barely a teen when I got involved and I wasn't a major
fighter during the conflict or anything, but I definitely did
contribute to it. I'm a Somali kid who was born in
America and sent to Kenya, Garissa in the northeast to live
with my uncle when I was 11. I was tricked into coming
because my mom told me it was just a vacation for two months.
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But I was really brought for to con celis, which means return to
culture or return to discipline in Somali.
This was basically so I could memorize the Quran, the holy
book of my religion island and also my culture so I wouldn't
become too westernized, which issomething very common in Somali
families. Adjusting took some time but
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eventually I made friends mostlythrough cousins and relatives.
I didn't speak the language verywell and making friends at my
dirty school that I despised washard for me.
My relatives slash clan were tied to the ongoing conflict and
that access to a lot of guns. Guns are kind of restricted in
Kenya but you'd be surprised howmany rural people own them in
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the eastern parts of the country.
Clan conflicts, land conflicts and other issues were normal in
the region of Greece I was in. People mostly fought over land
disputes and of course clans AKAkwabils in Somali.
In my area it wasn't unusual to hear gunfire at night, even at
school. I remember this one time we
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started ducking down during class when bolts flew just
outside the school compound. I remember crying under my desk
and I don't really remember why.I was the kind of kid who
laughed at the sound of gunfire.Maybe it was because everyone
else was crying and I just wanted to fit in.
I've mostly forgotten the feelings I felt when that
happened, which could explain a lot.
Me and one of my cousins were very close, best friend level
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even. We played around with guns
firing into the air trees whenever we could get the
chance. We would shoot at anything for
fun out of real love for guns and so did my cousin.
The reason I adored my cousin was because he wasn't like the
other African kids. He felt like someone American
like me. Like we shared the same
interests, hobbies and everything.
One day I was stupid enough to suggest we go spook people and
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shoot at their feet in the Bush less urban areas just to mess
with them and scare them. I think we stopped after one
incident when we accidentally hit someone of the foot.
I don't remember all the detailsbut they ran off and didn't
bleed so maybe the bullet just grazed them.
Eventually I got slightly involved in some real fighting
but I won't say more for safety in legal reasons.
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I was barely a teen but now I'm back in America and weirdly for
some reason I don't feel any trauma from it.
I thought I'd get PTSD but I didn't.
If anything I like guns even more right now.
I'm still a minor but not going to lie, I can't wait to hold an
AK47 again. I hope I can get my hands on
one. Hi, I've been watching your
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videos for a while and I love your confession videos.
I'm not sure if this fits the vibe of your channel but here's
my confession. I'm from the UK and like
America, we have a big gang culture here.
When I was 14 I got involved in a gang in my area, mainly
because I was robbed by a rival gang which made me feel like I
need to protection. My younger brother never got
involved in the gang and always chose to hang out just outside
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of my gangs area instead. He would hang out a couple of
towns over. One day he called me up while he
was out and told me he had been robbed by the gang in the town
that he usually went to. Obviously I was raging when he
told me so The next day me and one of my members of the gang
went to the town to get revenge for what happened to my brother.
After we got revenge, I was always looking over my shoulder,
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paranoid that the rival gang would retaliate, so I always
kept a knife on me. About a month after the
incident, I was walking through town to meet a friend when I saw
someone falling behind me with his coat over his head and
looking at the ground so I couldn't see his face.
I got paranoid so I started speeding up my pace but he kept
up. Once the guy got too close to
me, I pulled out my knife and ina single motion slice the guy's
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face. The bloke screamed in pain and
confusion, looking up at me scared.
That's when I realized that he wasn't a part of any gang, was a
civilian. This is my biggest regrets in
life. I've heard other people but they
were all the gang members so I can live with it, but hurting a
civilian just makes me feel sickwhen I think about it.
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There are justifications that other people in my life had
given me, but I don't think I can ever justify what I did.
I'm now 21 years old with a. 2 year old boy.
A full time job in our place. I left the gang about a year
after the story happened, so at about 15, and have stayed away
from everything to do with it. I've been swapping out the sugar
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in my shared office's break roomwith salt for the past six
months. Just a tiny bit at first, barely
noticeable. Then I started.
Increasing the ratio. Now it's almost pure salt.
Nobody has said anything, not a single person.
They just keep making their coffee and tea, grimacing
slightly and then going back to the desks.
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I watched them day in and day out, poisoning their morning
routines with my salt. Hi Snook, thanks for reading
this confession if you ever do. Been watching for about a year
and love listening to the videoswhile working out, cleaning,
driving, or pretty much anything.
Love your content. I do want to stay anonymous, but
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I'll give you my first name. Cole.
I just need to get this off my chest no matter what.
Every time I drive I'm reminded of this and it makes me feel
deeply terrified and queasy. So when I was at college I was
fairly frequently drive to my parents house for some weekends.
It was only about a 2 hour driveand it was kind of fun because
the roads were calm and had a nice view.
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One weekend I left college a little later at night.
Not a big deal. Driving in the dark, it wasn't
too difficult. About 30 minutes in I was stuck
behind someone going slower thanme.
This road was one lane going both ways for visual and I was
looking to pass the guy. It was so dark out I couldn't
see the environment too well so I couldn't see if there was a
hill up ahead and if there was acar out of view.
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I know about the lane divider lines when the dotted it means
it's safe, but. This is an older area with older
roads that aren't marked properly or just withered down
paint. Despite all these things, I
decided to attempt to pass him looking back at it every time.
It was such a dumb effing move, I wish I didn't and never even
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tried to risk it, but being the dumbass reckless young driver I
was, I wouldn't. Anyways, I was in a Honda Civic
so it wasn't a fast car. After trying to pass the guy for
a couple seconds I saw headlights in front of me.
No clue how far away and I'm so thankful for the guy I was
passing because they noticed it and slowed down a shit ton for
me to get back over. If he hadn't, I probably would
have died that day along with whoever was in that car.
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Ever since this I've never attempted to pass anyone ever
again. I'm not a.
Reckless driver at all. I drive like a grandma just
because of the deep dread that event put in my head.
Sorry if there isn't much else to the story.
You know, potentially not being enough.
I just needed to tell someone about this.
I've never told a soul. Thanks for reading Snook.
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Hi Snook, firstly I would like to say how much I appreciate
your series and channel as it seriously saves my working days.
Secondly, if you have any comments on what I'm about to
say please feel free to let me know.
So when I was younger, about 16 or 17, I ended up with a baby
squirrel. I lived out fairly far from the
nearest town and could not go togive her to a professional vet.
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Before people get upset. She had fallen out of a tree
just before a huge lightning storm and she wouldn't go up to
the tree to her family no matterhow hard to be tried.
Anyways, I became her mother. I'd feed her every time she was
hungry, I kept her warm and I helped her keep clean.
For two months. I had to feed her every few
hours and lost sleep. I honestly loved her more than
any other pet I've ever had. One day I had to go help my
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mother with her business as it was urgent.
I had the squirrel out of her cage to play and cuddle and
clean her cage out. Well, after my mother called I
had to put everything back and secure the cage fast.
It turned out I'd not secured her cage very well and she
managed to get out and explore the house.
One of our dogs ended up killingher and my brother found her
when we got home. All I remember that day is
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holding her and crying into her fur.
I hated the dogs and myself thatday.
We buried her and I gave her a headstone.
But since that day I feel my heart is closed.
I cannot love another animal or human as I loved her.
I ended up getting a tattoo of her feet on my shoulder as I
needed to feel close to her. But I let her down and now I
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struggle to love anything. It's been almost four years
since that day and yet I'm stillunable to open my heart to love
anything that much. I had started a series with her.
We had one more episode to watchleft when she passed.
To this day, I cannot even thinkof the show without breaking
down into tears. I will forever blame myself.
I apologize for the long post, but I appreciate you taking your
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time to read my story. Thank you.
Thank you so much for sharing this and I'll give my thoughts
as you asked for them. I really think you should
forgive yourself. I understand how attached you
were to the squirrel and now just yeah, how attached you were
to the your animal and your pet.But I think you should forgive
yourself totally because it doesn't really seem like it was
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your fault from everything you laid out.
Seems like you're in a rush. Put it away and you're, you
know, the squirrel accidentally got out.
And I don't think you obviously didn't mean to hurt her.
I really think it was an accident.
And horrible things like that can happen.
But I really don't think you should let this, you know, kind
of restrict you from loving other people or loving other
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animals. It's definitely scary and you
might think you're going to get hurt again, but you know, it's
better to live life loving and, you know, not scared of
something like that happening again.
It was a horrible accident and hopefully nothing like that ever
happens again. But yeah, I really think you
should try to learn to forgive yourself, you know, maybe some
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sort of therapy. I mean, it's been years, you
said. So I think therapy, something
like that might help you out. I think it's worth looking into
and anyone else watching, feel free to leave your opinions and
comments down below in the comments and hopefully give her
some insight. And anyways, on to the next one.
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My eating disorder ruined everyone's lives with mine.
I've been carrying this out around for years and just need
to get it out. I was 13 when I chose to stop
eating after hearing of anorexia.
My family was turbulent and I felt unseen and unwanted.
For some bizarre reason, I decided that stopping eating was
the way to go about fixing this.It only took about 3 months for
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true eating disorder to form andfor my thinking patterns to
become completely delusional. I have a French bulldog who is
the light of my life and my bestfriend in my insanity.
I decided that because I loved her so much, she too deserved to
become beautiful like I was, andso I stopped feeding her so
much. I would walk her for at least 10
kilometers a day with me while decreasing the amount of food
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she was given. Obviously she lost weight
quickly. My parents never said a word to
me about it, but I'm sure they knew what it was my doing.
I wasn't allowed to walk her afterwards and she's never
suffered anything long term, butthe guilt racks me every time I
prepare her food. I recovered for a year and a
half or so and got a girlfriend.She, unbeknownst to me, was also
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in recovery from an eating disorder, though hers was
bulimia. She accidentally introduced new
behaviors to me and vice versa. The relationship became very
toxic, both of us using each other as ways to feed into her
illness. I single handedly tore her out
of her recovery. We broke up about 6 months later
and I haven't talked much at allsince.
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I used to see around town but she moved away last year and I
wonder how she's doing now. I hope she was able to find
peace again and I haven't made along lasting negative impact on
her. When I was 16 my eating became
the worst it had ever been and Ideclined very rapidly both
physically and mentally. I was causing arguments every
day at home, yelling at my parents for making me food that
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I didn't approve of, yelling at my brothers for stealing food
I've been hoarding, and just wasoverall really a dreadful
person. A few too many plates of food
were being thrown for someone sofar past toddlerhood.
There was a time my brother saw me come out of my room for what
must have been the first time indays, and he asked if I wanted
some of the pizza he'd ordered. I obviously said no.
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He said he was worried about me and I wasn't exactly myself
anymore, that I was just becoming a skeleton and he what
doesn't like that? I shouted at him for that, and
I'm not sure exactly what I said, but I know it revolved
around jealousy in some way. That same brother had developed
anorexia. Now I'm certain my own illness
played a large part in all of it, and seeing me in the depths
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of it must have planted a seed for him which was only made him
itself seen. It ruins me watching him go
downhill in the same way I did. However, I feel angry that my
family cares so much about his health and nobody ever gave a
shit about mine. My mom didn't even believe me
when I said I've been officiallydiagnosed with anorexia.
She was aware, but uncaring. She used to message my aunt all
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those years ago asking if she's noticed I've changed and lost
weight and that she was worried,but she never did a thing.
I suppose I should be pleased she's learning from her mistakes
and is trying to minimize the strength of my brother's own Ed,
but there's just such a range inside me.
Every time I hear her asking himto please eat, encouraging him
and loving him despite it. They don't fight like we used
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to. I've since recovered, been
discharged from all services, and haven't done the things I
used to for a long time. I know I was sick and maybe some
of the things I did weren't truly me doing it, but I know I
should have controlled myself a bit more.
Nobody around me deserve that monster and I hope when I start
medical school it won't make itself known again.
Thank you for reading M. Hi Snook, I'm a new subscriber
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who found your channel recently and I have been hooked on your
content ever since. Keep it up.
I'd like to share something and ask for your perspective.
I'm a junior Marine just out of boot camp and MCT.
My follow on school is 9 months long and intensive.
We learn a topic one day and test on at the next.
Our MOS is considered mission critical to the academic.
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Standards are high. Anything below 80% is a fail
today or a few weeks or so. By the time you read this, we
took a cumulative exam covering everything we've learned so far.
On my first attempt I scored 77.3%.
Good enough in many MO s s but afailure for ours.
A second failure would push me to the next class.
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A third would mean reclassification.
What makes it even more upsetting is I studied day and
night for this exam and I still failed.
And failure is not an option. Not to me or my family that rely
on me to help them pay bills. When I sat for the retest I was
so anxious and stressed about not passing that I made a
terrible decision. Taking advantage of my laptop's
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low brightness setting. Gets set to minimum brightness
to save battery when off the charger.
I opened ChatGPT during the examand use it to look up answers I
passed while many of my friends who relied solely on their own
study scored in the mid 70s. I have ADHD which makes focus
and knowledge retention a daily challenge, but that does not
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excuse what I did. Cheating showed disrespect to my
fellow Marines, my chain of command, and the rank I wear
which is LCPL. I'll have to live with that
choice for the rest of my career.
I'm sharing this because I valueaccountability and would
appreciate any advice you or thecommunity can offer on owning
this mistake and moving forward with integrity.
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Hey man, first of all, thanks for your honesty and for your
service. Thanks for sending this in.
You know, thanks for sending this in like I just said.
But you didn't write this in to justify what happened.
I sure hope not. And you owned it.
But here's what I would have to say.
What you did was wrong. Yeah.
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But one mistake doesn't define your entire integrity.
What does define it is what you choose to do next.
And you're already asking the right questions.
How do I move forward? How do I make sure to never do
that again? And yeah, it sounds like it's
very hard environment, You know,80% passing ADHD.
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Hopefully. I don't know the Marines at all.
If you can get a combination of some sort for that, I don't
know, I could just be making that up.
But yeah, you know, you can't change the past.
I don't think you should beat yourself up forever.
It's definitely not right to cheat.
You can't condone that at all. But like I said, it's what you
choose to do next. And I really hope you can maybe
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in the future just eat the fail if you have to, or study more.
I think this is a good learning experience for you.
And, yeah, I'm not sure what else to say.
Everyone watching, please, you know, give some feedback.
And I'm sure some people might say both sides of the spectrum
that either you should be kickedout or it's fine to cheat.
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I'm going to take the middle of the road.
I'm going to say you can't change the past.
But please, you know, use this as a learning lesson.
And yeah, to being kicked out ofthe Marines is a lot worse than,
you know, failing. I'm not sure.
I don't know all the insurance and out.
But thank you so much for sharing.
I hope this little, you know, rant helps you out a little bit
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and thank you and good luck withthe rest of your Academy in the
Marines. Godspeed.
Hi Snook, love the channel and hoping to keep this anonymous
trigger warning for Animal Death.
So when I was a sophomore in high school I worked at a golf
course part time. I was a cart kid so I would just
manage the golf carts for people, nothing too special.
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There was a Mama duck who lived right next to the cart garage.
I called her Paddy. Well she laid eggs one year.
Whenever she left I would look at them.
There were eight. One day after school I went to
work and heard peeping. Her eggs hatched.
I walked over to her and she gotreally spooked and flew off.
I peeked over to where the eggs were and saw 8 little chicks.
I was so happy and proud of her.I considered this duck my friend
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for the past two years I worked there and it was so cool that
she had babies who would no doubt live in one of the many
ponds at this golf course. I have no idea what came over
me, but I decided I wanted one. Maybe you know where this is
going. I'm sick to my stomach just
thinking about it. I held it in my hand.
He peeps loudly for his mother who didn't come back.
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Then I thought if I took one I should take 2 so they wouldn't
be lonely. Here I am with two baby wild
ducks thinking I could raise them.
How ignorant I was. I put them in a popcorn basket.
The golf course gave out free popcorn for golfers, so by the
end of my shift I would have a stack of empty popcorn baskets.
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I walked home with them and whenI got home my mom and stepdad
were not happy, but they accepted it.
I told them that their mom abandoned them and not that I
straight up stole them. I found an empty storage box,
put a towel in it with some grass, a bowl of water, and a
lamp. Not even a heat lamp, just a
lamp. I played with them that day and
named them Teriyaki and Nugget. My mom was even somewhat fond of
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them by the end of the day. Well, at night they wouldn't
stop peeping and I couldn't sleep, undoubtedly because they
were cold. I thought if I held them they
would feel better and warm up, so I did.
They settled into the nook of myarm and quieted it down before I
knew it, and I woke up in the middle of the night.
I immediately knew I messed up. I got up and saw one of them
stiff and squished flat on my bed.
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I immediately freaked out and began searching for the other.
I flipped over a pillow next to me and there it was, squished,
stiff and contorted. At first I thought going to put
them back in their box and make it look like they just died but
I was hysterical and I ran up tomy mom and step dad's room
screaming that I was a monster that I had murdered my babies.
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My mom did her best to console me and told me they would have
died anyway since they were rejected from the nest even
though they were perfectly healthy and I had stolen them.
I cried for weeks. I always imagined the beautiful
ducks that they could have grownunto had I not been selfish and
considered their needs and that they were wild animals and not
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pet slash toys. The only person who knows that I
smothered 2 baby ducks are my mom and my now ex stepfather.
This was over 10 years ago and Istill feel so guilty.
I've since raised multiple pets slash animals including my cats
who I raised in six weeks and chickens who have raised from
less than a week. My mom says my chickens made-up
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for those ducks but if she knew the whole story I don't think
she'd say that. I think I'll learn from this,
but we'll never live it down. We buried them the next day
under a pine tree in our backyard.
And poor Patty, her babies were stolen from her and murdered not
out of spite, but of neglect andstupidity.
I hope I can be forgiven. I still think about them nearly
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every day and how I destroyed their chance of life.
Often when I look at my chickensI get flashbacks.
That horrible moment I woke up in the middle of the night to
two stiff baby birds under me. Never will I again.
Or have I since gotten a pet or animal without considering their
needs? I'm partially at fault for my
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best friend's death. Hey Snook, I've been a long time
fan of the channel since 50K Subs.
I like to remain anonymous but excuse me for any mistakes.
So I made a lifelong, or so I thought, best friend in 2020.
We spent every day together playing and hanging out.
Let's call them M. We met through my church and we
spent every waking moment together.
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We were inseparable. In one day, October 22nd, 2021,
me, him and his younger brother and sister were at our passer's
house and I was on a hill since his dad was helping fix
something. He and his siblings were in
their dad's truck and suddenly it started to roll down the hill
and both of the doors were open,flinging him and his younger
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sister out of the cabin. He dove after tackling her into
the nearby ditch before he landed right behind the rear
wheel in which it rolled over his rib cage.
We all rushed over and both his siblings were fine but one of
his ribs was sticking out and hewas covered in blood.
He got rushed to the hospital and he sadly passed away 4 hours
later to lung punctures. I never got to see him after
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that and afterwards the family fell apart and everyone used his
death for attention even though he was my only friend and I was
his. The same reason I feel at fault
is because it should have been me in that truck, not him.
Thank you for reading my confession and I wish anyone who
was listening a good day. I think I was the last person to
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see my neighbor alive. Confession.
Hi Snook, my name is Parker. I've been following you since
January of this year and I've probably watched all of your
videos. I really enjoy everything you
do. I just watched your recent
confessions video and finally had the courage to send in my
own. As my e-mail said, I think I was
the last person to see my neighbor alive.
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I'm now 22 years old, but this took place in 2017 when I was
14. I live in a small village in the
mountains surrounded by woods inEurope.
To give some more context, my family and I all live relatively
close together, and next to my house lived my neighbor.
I think he was about 68 at that time, who was very mentally ill.
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My grandma told me that his mother suffered from
schizophrenia and that she brokelater on in live.
That summer, my neighbor would constantly walk into our
property. He even followed me and my
friends when I had a big party. In some European countries,
there's this tradition that whenyou turn 14, you're beginning
your path into adulthood. So we celebrate that with food,
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alcohol, often the first alcoholwe get to drink, and lots of
money from family and friends. Often kids invite neighbors and
other friends from around to Hangouts and be away from the
adults to drink alone. So me and my three friends went
to a playground not far from my home to drink and goof around.
After a bit we went back to my party and when we approached the
house I saw him stand on the edge of the house with a
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cigarette peering around the corner.
We kind of got spooked and turned around and he began to
follow us. We ran ahead and jumped the
fence to get back to the house. I went to find my dad and
grandpa and they told him to go home.
At this point he couldn't form sentences or even words so all
he would do is grumble and grunt.
He also foamed at the mouth. It was genuinely very scary.
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Anyways, my mom's friends came to visits and we are sitting
outside my house. There's a path from the front of
my house to the door where we are sitting.
My mother was telling this storyand was sitting with her back to
the path when me and her friendsall went quiet and pale because
he was standing directly behind her.
Thankfully my dad came outside at that moment and told him to
go away. A few weeks later, me, my dad,
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and my cousin and her kids, my grandma were hanging out in
front of my house because my dadhad just gotten a new car.
He was showing some family members while I was playing with
the kids when I saw that neighbor stand behind my dad's
car. He was wearing a dress shirt,
sweatpants and loafers or house shoes.
My grandma told him to go away. 10 minutes later he came back
wearing dress pants and dress shoes.
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He was gesturing around kind of yelling but we couldn't make
sense. My grandma and dad told them
again to leave and he finally did.
That summer, the unbearable heatin my insomnia made it hard for
me to sleep. I was sitting by my window
scrolling on my phone when I heard a weird metal clanking
noise. I looked outside and my neighbor
was standing outside, his gate opening over and over again.
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He then went on to walk to my property and walk towards my
garden. I started running downstairs to
see where he was going. I could kind of see him walking
around and then go on to the path and walk away.
I went back to the bed and awokethe next morning to police
sirens and helicopters flying over.
I was supposed to meet my cousinto plan her son's birthday.
We wanted to have a treasure hunt in the woods so we marked
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some trees and bird a chest I had with toys and sweets for the
kids on our way. We walked past his house and
some police officers stopped us.They asked if we knew anything
and I told them what I saw. They said his wife went to bed
before him and woke up around 6:00 AM to him missing.
So that was officially the last to see him.
But because I was a minor without a parent, they weren't
allowed to take my information. But they told us that if I
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remembered anything else to comeout of the pre incident.
The following weeks they searched the woods with
helicopters and dogs but found nothing.
Me and my parents when the garden when we found a plastic
cover with papers in them. They were letters my neighbors
wrote in which he said that he'sbeing followed by strangers,
that a young woman was trying toseduce him, but he loved his
wife so deeply even though she was disabled he would never
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leave her. It was all very incoherent and
strange. He said he was scared and didn't
know what to do. We all came to my conclusion
that he left these. When he came to our garden that
night, I saw him. We wanted to go to the police
the next day, but that morning he was found.
He was found in one of the entries to our woods, face down
and leaves beside The Walking path.
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He was found by a man walking his dog early in the morning.
We heard through the Grapevine that he was missing a shoe, his
clothes torn, all scratched up and dirty.
The police never released an official statement and his
father, who is still alive, saidthat he thinks his son was
murdered, but we don't know whatto make of it.
A month later, a young man my cousin knew from school also
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went missing was found dead nearwhere my neighbor was found.
A few years later a girl went missing the woods and was never
found. My grandma said that she heard
tales of people disappearing in our woods and neither being
found dead near the entries and exits of our woods or are never
found. I genuinely don't know what
happened to my neighbors and those other people.
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It couldn't have been animals astheir bodies had no indication
of such. It's just really strange.
I don't really talk about this because I feel guilty.
I should have woken up my parents and called the police
when I saw him. Maybe they could have found him
in time. Thank you Snook for letting me
tell my story and creating a safe space for others to do so
as well. Confession.
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I killed my cousin's Bunny. Hello Snook, I find the videos
you make very interesting and would like to confess my story
as well. First of all, thank you for
giving me a way to express my feelings and I hope help guide
others so that they do not make the same mistakes I did.
Please allow me to remain anonymous while I write this
story. My cousin A, who is female, got
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herself a boyfriend, M, who is male.
He got her a Bunny as a present at some point and it was the
cutest thing in the world. His name was Zeus.
He was completely white with black patches around both his
eyes and his ears and half a snout.
I would go up to my cousin's balcony and spend ridiculous
amounts of time just petting andplaying with Zeus.
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Zeus lived in a very contained cage originally meant for
hamsters and such, so he was notable to grow properly and was
relatively small. For the first three years of his
life. Then my cousin and her boyfriend
moved out of the country and since I was quite attending to
Zeus, they gave him to me to care for.
For the first time he was able to roam freely around the house
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and with my then close minded parents not realizing that he
can have accidents while roaming.
He would pat his head and lightly hit him whenever he made
a mess. It didn't make a difference at
all, he was just scared of us sohe wouldn't come out at all that
often and that meant he was already positioned in his litter
box whenever he had to go. This bias translated into us
thinking we did the right thing into training them.
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Two years later we had a very rainy November and since we
lived in a developing part of the world, we just placed his
cage outside and didn't think much of it until the rain
started to get into his cage. I still tried feeding him and
giving him water while Zeus was a very sensitive animal and
couldn't even properly groom himself at that point.
The next day I saw the real damage of what had been done.
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His cage had one inch of fluids inside it, some rainwater, some
of his urine and feces. His legs were losing their fur
because of their exposure to thefluid.
He was extremely tired and barely responsive due to the
exhaustion because he wouldn't have been able to sit or lay
down to sleep for almost 24 hours, and there's a good chance
he also drank some of the fluid.We couldn't get in touch with
any of the vets in the area and we had to take matters into our
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own hands. We got him a slightly warm bath
and spent a lot of time taking turns drying him with towels and
a dryer, not knowing that givingthem a bath makes bunnies.
I'll we thought it was a good idea.
I think it was at least better than letting him groom himself
again and having him clean his messy fur with his mouth.
After that I wrapped him in a towel and held him up against me
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as long as I could so that he can get my body heat.
The next morning I went to school.
When I came back I was informed he died.
I killed him. Me being irresponsible of
another life is something I willnever let happen again.
I have another rabbit now and he's extremely happy and gets
loads of treats, playtime and space to roam, dig and hide.
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But I will remember Zeus as the helpless pet whose death I am
responsible for. Rest in peace Zeus.
And with that sad final confession, that wraps up
today's video. I really hope everyone in this
video, if you're still watching,if you did submit a confession,
you guys can hopefully learn to move on, learn to forgive
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yourself. And I really hope you guys are
all doing great. And if you'd like to see your
confession in a future video, please send to the e-mail that
was provided on screen in the beginning of the video.
I read through them all, and I really appreciate you guys
watching to the end. And yeah, I'm glad I can provide
the space, safe space for many of you.
And it really means, you know, Ihope it means a lot.
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Thank you so much for watching. Like I said, please like and
subscribe. It helps so much.
And with that being said, there's a snook and I'll see you
next time. Bye.
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