Snook - Insane Anonymous Confessions

Episode Date: July 16, 2025

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Hey, what's up guys and welcome back to another anonymous confessions video. And today we're getting into some insane anonymous confessions. And these confessions are all sent in by you guys, viewers of the Snook channel. And some of them are kind of insane not to make fun of any of y'all. But yeah, that's kind of the nature of these videos. But if you'd like to see your confession in a future video, please send to the email on screen now. I appreciate it. Completely anonymous.

And I read basically every single email. So feel free to send in whatever confession or anything you. might need to get off your chest. I appreciate you stopping by. Please like the video and subscribe to the channel if you aren't already. It helps more than you know. And yeah, without further ado, let's get into some insane anonymous confessions. Anonymous confession. I think my stepmom killed my dad. Hi, Snook, I love your videos, especially the ones of your viewer's anonymous confessions. I watch them every day while I get ready for work. I wanted to share my own story. Feel free to change any of the wording if it would go against these Zup guidelines. I've never told anyone this fully,

but I genuinely believed my stepmom killed my dad. On paper, it says he committed S-word. That's the official story, but nothing about it has ever felt right. Right after he died, she sold his car before his body even made it to the funeral home, like she wasted no time getting rid of his things. It was like she wanted him erased. She didn't even want to have a funeral or a showing form. I had to beg her to do it. If I hadn't pushed, she probably wouldn't have done anything at all. But here's where it gets weird. Her best friend was the funeral director,

the same person who handled my dad's body and prepared him for the showing. I don't know why, but that's always stuck with me. When it came to his gravestone, she refused to help. She wouldn't even go look at them. My grandma, my dad's mom, ended up paying for the entire thing herself. His own wife didn't give a single dollar. But she still brags about being anxiety-free now that he's gone. She also loves to tell people she's completely broke now,

but somehow she still takes cross-country vacations every other month. She had no money for her husband's headstone, but always has money for trips. She's gotten rid of everything, his car, his belongings, even the photos of him. There's no trace of him left in that house. It's like she wanted to wipe him off the planet. Looking back, there were little things my dad said before he died that did it. makes sense of the time. I wonder if he was afraid of her. I wonder if he knew something. I didn't. I can't prove anything. I know how this sounds. But deep down, I know what happened. And I know

she's the reason he's gone. There is definitely more to the story, but it is already getting long, and I think I'm getting my point across. Do you think I'm crazy? Or should I trust my gut? And thank you so much for sharing. I really appreciate it. And off the bat, I don't think you're crazy, but something that comes to mind immediately is did they have any sort of pre-existing problems or, you know, fighting? Not saying that she killed him, but did, you know, he kind of fight a lot with her? And then she's like, wow, that's a lot of anxiety off my chest or, you know, that's like a lot of whatever off my brain now that he's gone. And maybe they just didn't love each other the same. I don't know. That wasn't outlined in the story. But, you know, that's a big

deal for her to kill him. But I don't know. I don't think you're crazy. It's definitely suspicious, especially with it being an S word, and sorry that I needed to say that. And that's YouTube, you know, censoring. So this video even gets shown to people. I apologize for having to do that. But I don't think you're crazy, but, you know, I don't know if it's the right move, but talk to her. Maybe. I think it's weird that she didn't want to have a funeral or, you know, even look at a headstone. I mean, I feel like you would want to, especially to a loved one. But like I said, were they fighting at all? Did they hate each other at all?

Like, did she just not care that he died? Or was she the reason he died? I don't know. Interesting. And if you have any updates, please send it to me. And I'm sorry for your loss. Confession. I accidentally killed my cat.

He died suffering. Hey, Snook, I've been watching your confession videos lately. They've sort of become a guilty pleasure. Sometimes I feel better about myself after watching them. I guess they help me cope. I'd appreciate any input from you. if you have anything to say about what I have to share. What I have to confess eats at my soul, and I've gone into some pretty bad depressive episodes about it. It happened three years ago.

I live in Maine, and as you could probably imagine, it gets very cold here during the winters. My cat Randy was eight years old at the time. My family adopted him when I was 10. I grew up with Randy, and I loved him dearly. I still lived with my family, and did then as well. At this point in my life, I was very lonely, and I would just get in my car and drive around for while. Sometimes I would drive for two hours. I began doing this in late 2020 and early 2021, and yes, even in the winter I would drive, especially in the winter actually. I no longer do this as since the incident I've been afraid of going on long rides. It was on November 11, 2022. The day started like every other day. My parents and elder brother were all employed and at work.

Meanwhile, I was unemployed, recently laid off. Having graduated from high school not long before, of this. Even though I had the house all to myself and it was all snowy outside, I got dressed and approached my car so I could go on a nice long ride. I could have sworn something was wrong, but I ignored my gut feeling. I tried starting to my car, but it didn't start. So I tried again, and I heard this loud scream, which fizzled out terrifyingly. Immediately, I got out and popped the engine and I saw Randy dead. His body was burned, his gray fur was like spiked and crazy. I can't describe it well. His green eyes were bulging out of his skull and I panicked. I sobbed and sobbed until I couldn't hear my own sobbing anymore. Not just because my cat was dead, but because I was

responsible for his death and I didn't know how. I still cannot understand for the life of me how Randy even got into my car's engine. Our house wasn't and still isn't properly heated, so I have to imagine that he somehow managed to get into the engine to be warm and comfortable. The thing I did next is what makes this whole thing even worse. I felt so guilty and and a shame that I grabbed a shovel from our garage, dug a hole in the ground in our yard, put on gloves, carefully took Randy out of the engine, and buried him well, crying the whole time, even though I couldn't make a sound. I tore out some grass underneath the snow and used both the grass and snow along with dirt to cover up his body.

Even today, you couldn't tell he's buried there. At least my family can't. I still know where he's buried, of course. Afterwards, I wiped off the shovel, put it, and the gloves back where I found them. crawled back into my pajamas and into bed where I cried until I eventually passed out. My parents came home before my brother, as he wouldn't have come, and woke me up, and asking how I was and where Randy was. Then I did something awful.

I feigned ignorance and told them I didn't know. They looked concerned, especially my father who loved Randy even more than I did, as though he were a third son. They looked around for him, but my mother gave up and said Randy would show up in the night or the next day. My father was skeptical and said that Randy probably wouldn't have been safe out in the cold. He questioned why Randy would even go outside in the first place because he was never what you'd call an outdoors cat. But tomorrow became a week, a week became a month, and so forth. Nobody has recovered from Randy's loss. We have not replaced him,

and I don't have the heart to tell them about what really happened. And I have some input, I think, but, you know, I don't think you should not blame yourself for the death of your cat, Randy. That was a complete freak accident, obviously. You know, you would have never knew he was in your car engine. Like, you would have just never known that. That's not your fault. But where you do take some fault is lying to your family. And like you said, it's been a long, long time since it happened.

But no one else in your family has closure. You know, you could have buried him and then still been like, Hey guys, I fucked up. Or something along those lines. I mean, I totally understand why it was very hard to do that and why he didn't do that. But I think you need to maybe come clean eventually. You know, maybe go to your parents, go to your brother and be like,

hey, this is what happened to Randy. And kind of outlined the entire situation. Tell them why you didn't tell them. Say you were scared. Say you were sad. Say whatever you were feeling in the moment because, you know, I understand that. But I think your family deserves some closure.

and don't blame yourself for the death of the cat. That was a freak accident, but I really think you should bring yourself or bring your family some closure. And hopefully that's some good feedback, but I would really like you to do that because, you know, if my cat died and I didn't know what happened to it,

I would feel so horrible. But just knowing how or what happened to him would bring so much more closure and honestly just happiness, I guess, to be like, oh, he didn't. I don't know. But yeah, I think you should tell your parents or your brother or just your family in general. You can email me back and let me know if you did or if you didn't. You don't need to listen to me, but that's just kind of my opinion. And thank you so much for sharing.

On to the next one. Hello, Snook. I hope you're doing well with all of these confessions. Make sure to take care of yourself. I have extreme fantasies about murdering. I want to be a notorious serial killer that people will talk about decades after. I want my victims. to be absolutely mangled and discussed even the professionals working behind the case. I admit that I disgustingly watched disturbing videos to ease the desires, but truthfully, I want to see it in person. I want to feel what it's like to sink my teeth on human flesh and see how much blood a body really has. I want to see how badly I can ruin people's lives. For how much I watch true crime videos, I have the perfect way to execute one, which I'm ashamed and proud of.

That's it, really. Feels better to confess that keep this in me. I wish I could get mental help, but I live in an unsafe household. Thanks. And all right, you didn't ask for, you know, my opinion on it, but this deserves an opinion, I think. Please talk to somebody, anybody about that before it gets out of control. Please don't watch those sort of videos online either. I censored it for YouTube purposes, but starts with a G. Yeah, please get that taken care of.

I understand watching some of those disturbing videos online can be kind of an addiction almost. But, you know, like I always give, or the advice I always give people, just please take it a day at a time. If you, I mean, you don't need to listen to me. You're probably not, but, you know, take it a day of time. Just say, today I'm going to work on my thoughts and actions.

And don't say I'm never going to think about disturbing stuff like that again because, you know, that's kind of unrealistic. But just take it a day at a time. Say today, I'm going to try and not think about stuff like that because that's very unhealthy. Yeah, it's not a good thing. And if you can, I know you said you couldn't because you're an unsafe household. I don't know your circumstances.

But if you're in school, if you go to work somewhere, talk to a boss, talk to a school counselor, school therapist, school nurse, whatever. Please, that really needs to be, you know, looked into by somebody else. and I think you might need some help. So please look into that. And hopefully you can take my advice or some people's in the comments advice, but yeah, please get some help before. You know, you do something irrational.

Thank you. On to the next one. Dear Snook, I've been lurking your channel and appreciate the confession videos. I have a lot to confess, but this one is recent and I don't want to talk to my friends about it. If any of my friends are watching, please pretend you've never seen this.

I know I've mentioned this before, but I don't want to have this discussion, any time soon and be caught vulnerable. I also hope that the comments will treat me with kindness. This might be a long one and I apologize if it is all over the place, so get ready. To perface, I'm female, 21, and I've been in therapy for 10 years. For the last four years, I've been in a therapy program which specializes in borderline personality disorder, which I am being treated and medicated for. Recently, I was talking to my therapist who have been seen for a bit over a year. Mid-session, she got this look on her face,

like she wanted to say something. I asked what she was thinking, and she said, I don't know if I should tell you. I don't want to scare you. I, having just said something incredibly self-centered, joked. What? You think I have narcissism?

She paused and went, no, no, you don't have narcissism. But I think you could have... What do you know about sociopathie? My heart paused. Everything paused. I admit I've done some bad things in my life. And there was a point when I was an edgy teenager

who thought I could be a sociopath, but I sort of chalked it up to being dramatic and looking for attention. She says, while I don't fit all the criteria for antisocial personality disorder, medical term for what the public knows as a sociopath, but that over the past year of her knowing me, she's been toying with the idea of me having it, or at least having antisocial tendencies. This has me thinking about all the times of my life I've been a bully just for entertainment, the way I can't empathize with people, I don't immediately care about, the way I have a bad habit of watching people get hurt online. Please don't lecture me.

I'm aware it's an unhealthy thing to enjoy. And besides my friends, who have seen their fair share of Reddit people dying, I keep it private. I don't think it's helpful or cool when people brag about being desensitized, but I sort of think it's more than that for me. I'm not desensitized. There are still videos and images that shock me, but it's exhilarating to me.

There are videos I've watched over and. over because I enjoy it. I almost wish I could feel bad about it. In fact, I actually feel a bit bad that I don't feel bad. I know that when I watch those videos, I'm watching videos of someone's child, parent, or friend. I find it's so hard to care about that fact. It's taboo. It's exciting. And it gives me a little peek into something scary that I probably won't experience in real life. Horror movies turn me on, but knowing it's fake takes some of the excitement away. When I'm watching real videos, it's addicting. I don't even know that borderline PD and antisocial PD could coexist, but apparently it can.

My therapist said I show traits, and it's possible I'll end up being diagnosed with something like BPD, with ASPD traits. I won't tell my parents unless it's something actually diagnosed, since I feel they will invalidate me and tell me there's no way I can be a sociopath, that I'm so sweet and caring and funny. While I care deeply about those in my close circle, it is nearly possessive and stems from my fear of losing them. that's the borderline I guess I rely on my parents, best friends and we do a lot to protect my little sister one main trade of ASPD is having a lack of empathy

except from my little sister I don't really feel what other people feel I understand why somebody would be upset in a certain scenario but it doesn't directly affect me I tell them that I'm sorry they're having a bad day slash time slash experience but if I'm being honest it's mostly to change the subject

or do crisis control I find it annoying when anyone besides me complains about something. I'm working on that since I hate being seen as a complainer. And I know that relationships require both parties to cater towards one, another equally. Another trait is a lack of remorse. I feel regret for things, usually because of their negative effects on my life or relationships, but I really can't think of something I felt true remorse for. A few days after having a psychotic episode when I was around 15, I choked my mom until my

dad helped me down. She wasn't hurt, but in that moment, I really wanted to hurt her. I was able to talk myself out of going to a psych ward since I said to commit S word if they sent me away. I wouldn't actually have, but I was scared and a psych ward would be super inconvenient. I regret scaring my parents because it made them walk on eggshells around me for a while, which made me uncomfortable. But I don't feel bad about what I did. Same goes for the past friends I have mentally hurt. I feel sorry that I lost the comfort of people who I had fun times with, but I don't feel sorry the way I think that somebody guilty feels sorry. I want my best friends to be happy because them being happy benefits my life. We have more fun together. I don't have to comfort someone awkwardly. I don't have

to walk on eggshells about what I say, etc. But as long as it isn't me, I find it really hard to give much thought to it. I wish my friend's happiness because I know it's the right thing to do, but it also gives me an ego boost when they come to me upset. I like feeling trusted and dependable, and I can feel that connection. My borderline, makes me incredibly clingy and selfish when it comes to who they hang out with, feeling left out, and the intense fear they'll wake up one morning and want nothing to do with me anymore. I care about them so incredibly much, but mostly because they make me happy, not because I see them as their own people. The best way I can describe it is that they're an extension of me,

and because I care about myself, why wouldn't I care about them? I know that makes me sound horrible and uncaring, but I truly do care in my own way. They know all about my problems. I've told them almost everything, and I have never even felt trapped or like I need to fake myself around them. Sometimes, I still find myself having thoughts of hurting them, but I recognize that it is an unhelpful thought. I'm self-aware enough to be conscious on my level of empathy, and I am careful to take actions that are good, helpful, and caring. I know that thoughts don't make you a bad person, and that actions do. So I practice mindfulness and have learned to turn off my phone rather than argue with people and exploit what they've said to me in confidence. I think that might honestly

be the reason that I've gone so long thinking I was normal and why my therapist is hesitant to formally diagnose me with something as life-changing or forever labeling as ASPD. Maybe it's because I've been in therapy for 10 years or maybe it's just because I don't have ASPD and my therapist is wrong about me. Who knows? At this point, if I'm diagnosed or not, doesn't really matter, because as long as I'm aware of my habits and thoughts, I know I will be okay. But it's just been on my mind the past few weeks. Thanks for listening, and I hope that this might make people give a second thought to labeling their crazy ex as a sociopath, since it goes much deeper than someone saying something mean out of anger. It is having fantasies about hurting people,

about causing destruction and about the enjoyment that comes with those thoughts. In my times of anger, I have planned how to ruin people's lives, even those I'm closest to. It scares me that I can think that way. But I know deep down that I am loyal, and it would take a lot to get to me to do something actually dangerous or sinister. I know that causing people pain is not productive will give me a bad image and will make me lose even more people for my life. I can't afford that. with the amount of happiness and peace I've had with my best friends. I hope to anybody be listening that you consciously take care of those around you,

treat people kindly, and maybe your positive thoughts can cancel out my negative ones. Thank you. Thank you for allowing people to open up when they feel as if they can't tell anyone at all. Here's my confession. The reason I've never met my father. I am from a small town in Michigan, USA. My family on my mom's side is originally from a. Michigan and Florida. But on my dad's side, everyone is from Indiana. I was born there, actually.

I've lived in Michigan for most of my life. I am 20 years old. You'll need this backstory for this confession to make more sense. My mom had five kids. I am the third. My dad has three kids. I am also the third on that side. About a year before, I was born, my father was sentenced to prison for 65 years for murder and an additional 20 years for dealing substances. Not only was he dealing these substances, he was doing them. My oldest brother was four years old and my dad had beaten him to death. It brings me trauma because I've never met my brother or his murderer. I've wrote him and talked to him on several occasions. In fact, we write to each other quite often. I try to forgive him because it's the past, but even that is very hard to do. To add on to the story, I didn't meet either of my

brothers from my dad until I was 17. I was never allowed to see them as a child. I never even knew about them until I was searching the internet one day. Everyone knew about it except for me. Why did no one tell me? I'm not sure. Maybe it was to protect me. I have an entire family that has never seen or met me before because of the incident. It's crazy to process. I have more confessions to make that I've also never told anyone about. Hopefully this will make it into a video and show people that it's okay to forgive people for the wrong they've done. Thank you. Hey, Snook, it's a little bit of an oddball confession, but I want to be a mother in the future, just in a pretty toxic way. I want to be the kind of mother, the safe one when my future spouse is unkind and harsh. I want to live out an

abused wife life, to have my future child see me beaten, but I still love them and protect them. I want to be the only parent they love. I know it's bad, but I like the thought of being abused, but still better. I grew up in abuse and dated abusive people, so I know what it's like and I kind of just crave it. I'm obviously not going to put a kid in a dangerous situation, so I'll probably just stay a single mother. I'm in love with two women. It all started about four years ago. There was a girl. We'll call her Beth, not the real name. I was talking to her, and we got very close, but we got into a fight one day over something trivial. My best friend at the time took this opportunity and swooped in and got with her the day after. So I stopped talking to her

and worked on myself. Flash floored to a year later, and they broke up and me and Beth started talking again a few months after they broke up. I know it sounds bad, but I was head over heels for. Eventually, we started hanging out again, but she did not want to pursue her relationship, as her and my old friend got into a huge argument and she just didn't feel comfortable being in a romantic relationship. This confused me because we would do couple stuff. We would cuddle and watch movies, go out on dates, and have very deep conversations about romantic stuff, but she was also doing these things with two other guys at the time,

so I didn't know how to feel. Eventually, I felt like I wanted something that she didn't, so I cut it off. Well, I was a local lifeguard, and one of her friends and I hit it off. We talked every day and got super close. We went on a few dates, but nothing really came of it. we'll call her June, not real name. Eventually, Beth said she wanted to just be with me, so for the last three years we have been dating, but during that time, June and I were still very close friends. I'm ashamed to say that I still have romantic feelings for June, and while I haven't

talked to her or Beth about it, Beth said she can see the way June looks at me, so I sort of cut it off. But ever since doing that, I can't stop thinking of June, being she was there during a hard part of my life, and we still talk from time to time, but I can tell her spark is probably long gone, and I still deeply love both of them. Snook, I would really appreciate any advice you have, and thank you for reading my story. I often listen to you while trucking, and I have brought so much joy to my days, anonymous. And hey man, thank you so much for sharing this. I appreciate it, and thank you so much for the kind words, too. I'm glad it can help you out in those long trucking days, and yeah, it's just great to hear that. I bring some joy to you.

And this seems like a, you know, complicated situation and you're kind of split between two people. And in a way, it's kind of past and present. I feel like June represents a connection and a what if that never really happened. And Beth is the person you kind of chose after a long, rocky road. And you're just unsure which one is best for you. And, you know, that's a tough situation to be in. but my advice is, I think, just try to be honest with yourself first before talking to anybody. Who do you, you know, love more or who do you think you love more or like more?

And do you see yourself with a long-term relationship with Beth still, even though June and you kind of have a thing going on? Well, that kind of always being the back of your mind. I think that's something you kind of need to confront with yourself first. And then don't stay in the relationship if you're not happy. Beth is your girlfriend now, I assume. And I think she deserves to kind of know how you feel or also just deserves to feel emotionally full from you almost. Like you are all of her attention almost and not split between two people.

And I don't know if she noticed that or not, but, you know, it's important to not still have June or another person lingering in your mind. and I think one thing that might be hard for you or hard to do is kind of communicate. I don't think you need to drop a truth bomb to Beth and kind of destroy everything, but I think you need to talk with June or Beth and kind of get some closure because I think right now, both relationships, or at least June, it's still open in your mind and there's still a possibility and that needs closure. And that kind of goes back to the first thing I said, you need to just be honest with

yourself and kind of realize what you want. I mean, keeping up with the both of them will never, you know, never be the answer for the long run. So I think you need to figure out who you love more, who you see being in a relationship with more. And just once you do kind of figure that out, bring some closure to either or relationship. And yeah, like I said, you can't have both. So you need to kind of bring some closure to yourself, June, and Beth possibly. But that's just kind of my advice. I don't know if this is just a bunch of rambling or I don't know if it's good advice, but I wish you all the best, man. That sucks that you're kind of split between two, but I totally understand it. And best of luck, and be safe on the road.

Hi, Snook. I've been watching your videos for a while now. What you do is amazing, and just imagining how much work you put into this gives me goosebumps. I wish all the worst to my grandmother, and I don't regret it. I'm a 17-year-old girl, and English is not my first language. Ever since I was little, my grandmother, my father's mother, has been a terrible person. I come from a small family, myself, my dad, my mom, and a brother with a severe disability, grade one handicap. When I was young, my grandmother used to send us money so my dad could take care of me and my brother, but she constantly spoke badly about my mom.

In 2017, my mom passed away when I was nine years old. I was then moved to live with one of my mom's sisters, and my depression got even worse. After my dad found out about my first S-word attempt, he moved me back home, where I lived with my grandmother. Unfortunately, my dad was working abroad, so he wasn't home very often. My grandmother took out her hatred on me because my dad had fallen in love with my mom, a woman of Roma, gypsy, and ethnicity. She kept me locked inside the house.

If I wanted to go outside, I had to lie and say I was doing something for school. Mental abuse was an everyday thing. She constantly manipulated and insulted me. If a cup wasn't put back in its place, it would turn into a full-blown punishment. She would humiliate me in an awful way for even the smallest mistakes. At school, I was bullied because she didn't give me money for personal hygiene. I had to wash my own clothes in the sink. My depression got even worse when she kicked me out of the house.

She falsely accused me of stealing 100 Ron, about 20 euros, and we had a big argument. That was the first time I stood up to her. and when I fought back, more aggressively than she expected, she kicked me out. I lived in my high school's dormitory for a year, surviving only on my school scholarship. Now I live with her again, but she acts more peaceful because my dad cut contact with her for a while due to her abuse. She's pretending to be a loving grandmother now, just to get back in its good graces. I tried to make this a short story. Thank you. Hey, Snook, sorry if this is pretty sloppy, I'm typing this on my phone.

So when I was younger, about six or seven, I had to be a little bit. this cat named Alvin, and he was a little fella, and he stuck with me everywhere, but one night I let him out, and you know, I was a bad kid. I would torture him because I thought it was funny, so when I woke up that morning, it was mad cold, so I had dunked him in underwater for fun, which is terrible, I don't do that anymore, and I left him alone, and I came outside and saw him on my soccer net. He had strangled himself, and I just watched, I feel terrible to this day. Hey, Snook, I'll start off by telling you what you already know. You've done. us a great favor by providing us with a platform to express our troubles. Your videos have helped

me get through exams, and I actively wait for each new job. Excuse any mistakes I make as English is not my first language. Now to my sins. In a previous video viewers mentions the confession of a fellow viewer about its dark, murderous tendencies, which prompted me to share mine. Firstly, let me clear this. There is barely any rule of law where I live, and at the time this incident took place, thieves and criminals of this sort ruled my city. It got to the extent that any time a theft was caught, they were burned alive. Horrible, I know, but it was necessary. About two years ago, an incident occurred with my mother. A thief held her at gunpoint and stole her purse. He was however caught in the other street. I was in my house sleeping when I heard about the

incident. I immediately got up and ran to her as fast as I could. She was like a street or two away, and there she was, crying. Just then, the thief. who was probably high, screamed how he was going to R-word her and her daughters, and that's when I snapped. I picked him up by his collar and started beating the fuck out of him. At first, no one stopped me. They understood my frustration, and I didn't stop either. I kept going, punch after punch, first his teeth broke, then I heard his jaw crack, and after that, I have no memory. The next thing I remember was my mother slapping me and screaming at me.

I turned to look around and saw the man I was beating up. was beaten up to a pulp, blood all over the place, and as you may have guessed, he was dead. This was two years ago, and to this day I do not regret what happened. If I could, I would do it all again a thousand times over and another thousand times after that. Am I fucked in the head? Absolutely. Do I wish I wasn't like this? Again, absolutely. The incident had impacted my life severely. Some sympathized with me, while others severed all connections with me. As for the legal proceedings, the authorities couldn't give half a fuck that a drug addict was killed, whether there was now a murderer roaming free amongst the people. But in my

opinion, all this was needed. There were innocent people murdered in cold blood all for a phone worth maybe 30 bucks. I hope this makes it to one of your videos so that I may have an opinion of people who don't have a bias for me. It will love to hear what you've got to say too. And once again, thank you for all you do for us. I hope your channel grows and achieves the fame. It does a Thank you for sharing, man. I really appreciate it. And thank you so much for the kind words. But I don't think you're monster. That is a horrific situation you got put in. And your mother's life was put at stake. Your family's life was put at stake. And everything was just, you know, a high stress situation. And I can't say I would have acted any differently than you.

That is a horrific situation that I hope everyone listening doesn't have to endure. but I can't blame you for how you acted. I mean, who knows what that guy could have done. He would have made threats against you. He made threats against your family. He made threats against your mother. He robbed your mother. And, you know, you lost some friends.

People called you a monster. But what if you never, you know, did what you did? I don't think you meant to kill him. You know, who knows? But I appreciate you sharing. And like I said, I really don't think you're a monster. Thank you so much for sharing, but you're put in a self-defense situation, and I don't know any other route you could have taken. You know, if you want, I'd recommend talking to somebody about this.

That's a heavy way to hold to yourself and just talk about how you feel to just people around you. That's an important thing. And like I said, thank you so much for sharing. I really appreciate it. And everyone watching, please leave your feedback to this guy down below. I'm sure he'd appreciate it. And thank you so much again. On to the next one.

Someday I'm going to commit S word. It's hard to put all my thoughts into words that people can understand. I've tried before and I'll try again. It starts with my parents. It's nothing they've done, but I really resent them for giving birth to me. My mom has terrible anxiety, and I'm sure you can guess which child got it passed down to them. But it's not a typical I'm afraid to go talk to someone, or the I'm afraid of a job interview kind of anxiety. I genuinely cannot textualize how much I hate people who say I have anxiety.

Then I see them out with friends, going to stores, this and that. I can't do mundane things like walk outside because I'm afraid people will look at me. When I first moved to college, I was stuck eating out of the Make Your Own Salad section because I was too afraid to go tell the lunch staff what I wanted. Things like walking into a store I've never been into before makes me sweaty. It gets my heart beating abnormally fast. and I even get faint sometimes. Every time I have to go outside for things, like class or dinner, I see people with other people,

and I hate it. It's a constant reminder that I can't do anything with people, or really anything of that matter. I have no one, no dormite, no one to eat with, no one to do really anything with. I have one friend up here that I've known for my whole life, but even then, I'm too afraid to send them a text asking if they want to do something. someday he and I are going to dwindle in our friendship together because I seem uninterested when I really am not. The biggest kicker is talking to people about it. I hear all the time in your videos to talk to someone, like a therapist or medical professional. I have. I've been to two therapists and a doctor before. I truly have gone nowhere. Every single person I talked to doesn't understand me and I gave up trying.

Every time I leave a therapy session or the doctor's office, I leave feeling terrible that they couldn't understand me and wonder where I went wrong trying to describe my issues. Truth is, I'm done. I don't care about anyone understanding me anymore, and I'm ready to leave it all behind. I obviously haven't yet, but I know someday I'm just going to snap and do it. But I feel like that's okay, you know. People always fear death, but we really shouldn't. I'm not religious and I'm not scared of what happens after death.

and there's no reason to be fearful. We won't know we're dead. If it wasn't for the people I'd hurt and the aged by a weapon in my state, I would have done it already. I've had enough of the fake I understand, you will get better, or you're doing all right. I don't know when it will be,

but if things don't change, I will not see 21. And this one was a heavy one. I don't have a ton to say since you said you've talked to therapists, you've talked to medical professionals, but I really think you should, I don't know, you know, practice meditation, mindfulness. I think something like meditation and mindfulness, I, you know, used to have anxiety, still kind of do a little bit, but, you know, just sitting there for a few minutes a day with your eyes closed, trying to, you know, imagine nothing almost. it just really helps breathe breathe you don't need a you know you don't need somebody you don't seem

to want a therapist or it doesn't you know work but things take time a therapist or a medical professional won't get it right the first time they're just people too and so i really think you should you know stay consistent with therapy stay consistent with you know visiting your doctor talking to your doctor trying to outline all your issues You know, I think a mix of meditation, mindfulness, just trying to, you know, have patience for the therapist. I think they can help you out. That's all they want to do. And so please just keep going.

Please keep going. Just take it a day at a time. And that's what I say to everybody. Just say today I will try my best to, you know, make today a great day, whether the vet's talking to a therapist, trying to, you know, get them to understand you a bit better, spending an extra minute, meditating, breathing, trying to relax. You know, maybe you've heard all this before and you're just going to ride it off, but that's up to you.

I really believe you can get better. Things do get better. But having an attitude that things won't get better, then they won't get better. You have to try and slowly build that attitude up, turn it around. because things can't get better. There's countless, countless, countless people who have been in the exact same position as you, and now they're doing fine.

It just takes time and it sucks. It definitely does suck, but you can definitely get out of this rut. And I just believe that, you know, spend time breathing, relaxing, doing things you love. And then slowly, day after day, do something new, talk to a new person,

go to a new store like you said, said, it'll take time. I'm not saying this will happen after a day or even a week or even a month or even a year. This will take a long time, but I believe in you. And just, you know, trying to, you know, end it, so to say, is not the answer. It's never the answer. And I hope you're watching at the end. I didn't mean to put this at the end of the video. You know, I just usually have these all listed out in no specific order. But I believe in you. And everyone watching the video believes in you. I please just, you know, a day at a time, just keep going. Something will change.

And don't just say, I'll never be better. Just focus on today and then tomorrow. And then the day that's ahead of you or the day that's in front of you. You've got this. You matter more than you know and more people love you than you know. And I believe in you. Everybody watching this believes in you. Everyone watching, please give, you know, some kindness or advice if you've dealt with anything similar.

I'm sure they'd appreciate it a lot right now. Everybody loves you. You've got this. I believe in you. Much love. And with that final heavy confession, that wraps up some insane anonymous confessions. And all of you, you're not alone.

You've got this. I'm here. Everybody watching here. You've got somebody that loves you. Please don't think that, you know, doing it or, you know, ending it's the answer. It's not the answer. Trust me.

You've got this. Just take a few minutes each day to spend some time of yourself, breathe, and just, you'll just take it a day at a time if you're in a situation like that. But I love you guys. You guys are the best. Thank you so much for watching. This was Snoke, and I'll see you next time. Bye.