We are not all model citizens – in fact, few of us are. Most of us have done things we regret because they hurt others, whether accidentally or otherwise. But even knowing that an action is bad is not always enough to stop us from doing it. You can find plenty of reasons to justify hurting others if you really want to. Good reasons? Maybe not. But that didn’t stop these 20 AskReddit users, whose confessions were collected from across the forum. Some of these people could use some serious help:

1. Just a little pencil mark…

There was once this kid who used to give me a hard time on the bus when I was in High School. even as seniors he never let up on me for some reason. He was in my english class and was barely passing with D’s. One day he squirted an entire bottle of ketchup in my locker and all over my new Nike jacket my mom had gotten me. We didn’t have money for brand name things so this jacket was big deal to me. He completely ruined it. Well towards the end of our senior year, I volunteered to help out as a sound tech for the school play.

Our English teacher was also the drama teacher and she would let the sound people use her classroom to keep our stuff in. I found myself alone in her class one night during practice and noticed her grade book opened with our english class grades in front of me. She actually wrote everything in her grade book in pencil. So I quickly grabbed a pencil and changed some of his grades. A month later, he failed that class (barely) and didn’t graduate with our class. He had to go back the next year and graduate a year later. It was quite the shock of our little town b/c he was a very popular boy from a very popular family. I still don’t feel bad about it but I realize it was evil.

2. All of this is fucked up.  

My old roommate used to get mad and hit me when things didn’t go his way or got drunk, so I did the unforgivable… He was a black guy and had bottles of Lubriderm lotion laying around for his ashy skin. He used to rub it all over his body and face. I kept thinking of ways to get revenge and it randomly came to me. I masturbated into a cup and poured it into the bottle of lotion… A day later he comes out of his room with his shirt off, acting like a douche bag and begins rubbing the lotion on his chest and face… I couldn’t contain myself. My other roommate told me, that he in fact, did the same thing after I told him of my fiasco.

3. It really is a cycle

There was a kid who lived in the house whos back yard butted up against my grandparents. This kid was the type who would play with you no matter wtf evil shit you did to him. I guess it was my own ego looking for an outlet since I was pretty picked on growing up. This kid wanted to play with me and my cousin. We let him come over to my grandparents back yard. We played cowboys and indians. Me and my cousin tied the kid to a pole near the swing set, pantsed him, and went inside to watch TV. I don’t remember how long it was but his father came home only to see his son tied to a pole with his pants at his ankles. I got my ass whipped for it by my grandfather. I still feel bad about it to this day.

4. Maxi Pad 

In grade 7 I knew a guys gym locker combination, I took a sample maxi pad that came in the mail and put it in there. While he was getting changed for gym class it fell on the floor. Other students proceeded to kick it out of the locker room and around the gymnasium floor, all the while making fun of him for being a girl. He didn’t come back the next day and never returned. I’m not sure if it was related or not but I feel a bit guilty.

5. So…you were just a little shit  

Blamed kid down the street for breaking a window I broke at my house. Kid got a beating for it. So did I when it was discovered that I lied. (~6yo)
Flattened every tire on some guys raised pick-up (with giant tires) by unscrewing the pin in the valve. Woke up the next morning to see his car on blocks — He had taken the tires to the shop. (~11yo)
Shot kids (when I was 11yo) with blow darts made from straws and cactus thorns. We also told them the tips had been dipped in black widow poison.
Accidentally broke someones arm after I intentionally pushed him into a wall while we were chasing a ball in gym class. (13yo).
Threw full 7-11 cup of Dr. Pepper over the top of stall onto some unsuspecting guy taking a shit. (~16yo)
Filled a bucket of every rotten old food and drink in my college fridge (plus several bottles of cologne and about 30 slugs), let it sit in the sun for about 2 weeks until it became a loaf, rehydrated it with rotten milk and beer, filled plastic bags full of the material, then drove around looking for people to hit with the dank. At least 4 people had direct hits scored on them. This stuff was awful smelling. Really awful. I still feel tremendous guilt over this one. (~19yo) Note: With the exception of the first one, the rest were the result of bad influences. That doesn’t excuse it, I know.

6. That’s like straight out of a movie or something

In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max’s toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog…When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out…But the worst thing I ever done — I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa — and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.

7. The thought process here…why? 

Live in a small vacation town that’s quite abandoned in the off season. One particular morning, while waiting for the bus, I decided that I would skip a fine opportunity to attend school. Since my Dad started work in over an hour, I couldn’t go home after skipping, so instead I went up the block and strolled about town. Once I had traveled a couple blocks of eerily silent shore town, I found the nicest outdoor shower I came across, one with a bench, and hung out inside it smoking a few joints (back then I stocked my wallet like a portable smoking kit).

Now, before I go to the bus stop, I’ll usually make sure to drop a load, since my bus ride was around 45 minutes long. This particular morning I neglected to do so, and paid the price accordingly. Waiting for my father to leave for work had me pushing well beyond my shit-withholding threshold, and I was cold and high. The solution came easily enough in the form of an unlocked door behind what I assume to be a family’s winter home and summer-rental. I’m sure it was seasonal as the house itself was abandoned, and the unlocked door led me into a small, 4×6 ft laundry room, something of a rarity. Doing the logical thing I searched my backpack for tissues, found some, and dropped my pants thusly, before jumping onto the washing machine and dispensing into it a really nice shit. When I say nice shit, it comes from the heart. You know those rare, amazing shits where it slides right out, intact and large? And then the feeling of success after having wiped your ass and finding that the toilet paper, or in this case tissue, has almost nothing on it? So I shit in the random house’s washing machine, and nearly thirty seconds later was gagging at the smell that accumulated in such a small space, something I never anticipated. Being that this was a seasonal residence, I consider the occupants lucky, as, for most people the shit would have lingered, slowly building it’s lethality, for months.

I was pleasantly surprised a week after my deed. While walking to the beach to smoke a blunt, I saw a bald middle aged man with a scowl hosing out the room I was so recently defecating in. Interesting to note was the large amount of children’s toys in their yard. I imagine the family happily pulling up in the driveway, ready to enjoy a weekend away from it all, and then the expression on the face of the little girl who discovered my joyful shit. I like to think she looks like Dora the Explorer in real life.
I feel the most evil part of this is that it would’ve actually been a shorter trip were I to shit on the beach and bury it.

8. …WTF?!

Introduced Yeast Infections to both of my female house mates as punishment for not paying rent on time…

9. “I think he kind of appreciated it”

One of my friends in High School had cancer, it was the really bad kind and he had been fighting it pretty much his entire life most of the time the doctors kept telling his mom that he would not make it.

I treated him like shit, everyone else was incredibly nice to him because of the cancer but i always acted like he was an annoying little bother. The funny thing is, I think he kind of appreciated it, I was the only person in his life outside of his family who did not pity him.

He was so pathetic, even when the doctors told him he had finally beat the cancer he had no clue what to do with his life, he spent so long assuming he would die before turning 18 that he had absolutely no ambition other than playing games on the computer he got from the make a wish foundation.

He died a few months after turning 18, I was studying abroad but my parents told me he tried calling me a week before he died even though he knew i was not there.

I feel like the lowest form of scum on earth for the way i treated him, still have not been able to bring myself to visit his grave to apologize, maybe some day.

I am truly sorry Dave, i should of been a better friend to you.

10. Responsible

I bullied someone who later killed themselves. I’ve never known the reason why she killed herself, but there is always that thought in the back of my head that makes me think I was responsible.

11. Abusive Father

I beat the shit out of my 7-year-old-son and told him I wished he’d never been born. I beat him pretty regularly until he got 10 or so, and I got a cold, hard look at myself.

It was the most despicable thing I ever did in my life, and I have regretted it every day. He turned out pretty psychopathic, by the way, but probably not as psychopathic as I was at the time. I’m still pretty nuts. If I was completely sane I’d probably kill myself.

12. “My friend died right in front of me”

My friend and I went swimming, there was a pretty good crowd at the pond in our neighborhood, but not the most crowded I have ever seen it. Anyway I was jumping off this little rock outcropping on the far side of the pond when I saw my buddy cramp up and go under.

I felt totally helpless when I heard his gargled scream for help as he went under and he didn’t come back up. My friend died right in front of me. I saw it with my own two eyes. I jumped in and tried to get there as quickly as possible. I just couldn’t make it and I felt really bad for years about the whole thing. I think I really channeled my anger to the other people there that day, especially one jock dickhead kid who was a little closer than me. He might have been able to make a difference, but I think I just blamed him as a way of coping.

Years later I still blamed this guy for my friends death, and I invited him to a concert (front row seats) had the stagehands spotlight him and sang In the air tonight. You should have seen his face!

13. Prank Phone Calls 

This might not be that evil, but I feel bad about it now. IP Relay is, or was, an operator service that helps blind, deaf, and/or mute people communicate. For example, let’s say a mute person wants to order a pizza. They open the IP Relay chat window, type the number they wish to connect to, and the operator will dial the number, say whatever the person types, and type back what the pizza place says.

Well, during my freshman year of college we would get drunk in the dorms and type the most God-awful things in the chat window, and have the operator call another one of us who was in the room. The operator would have to say whatever we typed, and you would not believe the things they would say without laughing or getting angry and disconnecting us. Hilarious at the time, but I regret it now.

14. “I don’t know who the real asshole is in this situation”

I was working as a security guard at a grocery store when I noticed someone edging towards the exit with a basket of groceries. I made myself scarce but kept an eye on the guy and sure enough he bolted out the exit. I ran him down and tackled him in the parking lot. the police were on their way when I noticed that the guy was trying to steal baby formula. I don’t know who the real asshole is in this situation but I’ve always felt wretched about it. Thankfully I don’t work security anymore.

15. Asshole 

I’m an asshole to everyone (even my friends). Overall I’m a pretty miserable person and I try to drag people down to my level by being a jerk at all times.

I do this on purpose to hide my insecurities and overall unhappiness. I’ve made people feel bad about themselves and for that I am greatly sorry. Regardless of the fact that I know this, I do not change.

16. That third thing… 

I have three very evil things. This is my throwaway account. Here’s my list:

In fourth grade, we were supposed to do a page from this work book every day, and on the last week of school, we were supposed to hand in the whole book to the teacher. I didn’t do any of it, but another kid apparently forgot to put his name on his, so the teacher assumed it was mine and not his. I took the grade and never said anything.
I got in a car accident in college when some old lady rear ended me and totaled my car. At the scene of the accident, the old lady started swearing at me, telling me that the whole accident was my fault. It clearly was not my fault as I was at a stop sign, waiting to turn left when she plowed into me full speed from behind. The insurance company sided with me and agreed that the woman was 100% at fault. I had a minor neck injury from the accident, but it wasn’t a huge deal, and I had insurance, so my treatment was covered, but since she was so evil and mean to me at the scene of the accident, I decided to sue her. I got $14,000, but I feel bad about it to this day.
I had a boyfriend in high school who was that classic way too nice guy. I cheated on on him twice (once right in front of him), but he took me back anyways. A few years into our relationship, I convinced him to move two hours away with me because I got into a college in another state and I didn’t want to go alone. He applied to a nearby college and got in. We got a lease to a fairly expensive apartment which we planned to move into together. A few weeks before we were set to move, I met another guy, we hooked up a few times, and then I got an acceptance letter from another (much better) college near where I was living at the time. I made the choice not to go with my boyfriend, leaving him with an expensive lease that he couldn’t afford on his own. I then broke up with him, and started dating the other guy that I hooked up with. I heard from friends that my ex ended up having a hard time making friends in the new state, couldn’t afford his rent, went way into debt, and was finally forced to move back in with his parents.
I feel really bad for everything that I’ve done, and I would really like to make it up somehow, but I really have no idea how to do that. I just try to be a good person now, but I really regret the things I did in the past.

17. Abusive Brother(s)

I beat the ever loving shit out of my brother one time. It was the last fight we ever got in. He was bleeding out of his ears and mouth and nose.

I felt so bad I ended up crying about it for almost three days. The fucker never pulled a knife on me again though.

18. “I was so scared karma would come around and kick my ass, but nothing ever happened”

I had a couple hours between classes in college one semester, so I would usually go down to the computer lab and dick around on the internet until I had to go. The browsers there are set up to remove all your history when you close it, but at the comp I sat down at the person before me seemed to have frozen up firefox or something because when I clicked it it asked me if I wanted to reload everything. Out of habit I clicked yes, and this guy’s facebook pops up, still logged in and everything.

At first, I just posted a message on his facebook status that told him he should be more careful and log off his stuff when on public computers and clicked off to some other site.

A little while later, I went to check my email, and this same guy from facebook was logged in to his.

I was able to not snoop the first time I was left with an open account, but not a second time. I started reading through some select emails with interesting subjects, and find some between him and a ton of guys from craigslist, sharing dick pics and setting up times to meet NSA.

Basically, from reading his emails, and clicking back to his facebook, I get the idea that this guy has a gf, listed as straight, and is cheating on her with a bunch of random dudes.

This pisses me the fuck off, so I find the worst, most graphic emails and forward them to his entire contact list, which included the folders friends, family, professors and work. I even took the time to resend them all individually when some of them failed due to some people’s addresses being invalid.

The entire time I did this my heart was pounding.

Looking back, there was a chance the girlfriend may have known about the craigslist stuff, and was ok with it, but I dunno… just from the way they were written, and the front page of his fb, it just didn’t seem that way.

A while after that I was so scared karma would come around and kick my ass, but nothing ever happened…I was expecting this huge investigation from the school or something, but… nothing. I guess I’ve written it off as a moment where I myself was acting as this dude’s karma, but I still feel like shit about it. I kind of wonder still how much I must have fucked up this dude’s life.

19. Rebound 

Once, I decided, against my better judgement, to date one of my closest friends. It actually worked out rather well, and we ended up going out for about four years. Eventually, things began to fracture, and serious irreconcilable problems began to arise that forced us apart. She was absolutely devastated; it completely tore her apart.

Within a month, I had sex with her best friend.

20. Trading Sex

There was a girl in college, we will call her jessica. She flirted with me a lot but I had a GF, and I was not interested in her at all, she always talked about the men she hardly knew coming over to fuck in her in house. Either way, one day I broke up with my girl and showed up to class quite happy, Jessica asked why I was so happy and I told her. She asked if I wanted to go on a date. I told her something about just broke up blah blah not looking to get back into dating blah blah. She then stepped closer and said, “Well maybe we can just get together to fuck?” I then gave her a “too soon” kind of answer.

Fast forward a few weeks, we were in this DB class or some shit, either way, I never paid attention and had no idea what the fuck was going on. For the final we had to put some db together and take screenshots of it and then turn it in. I gave it a try but couldn’t get it to work. My friends in the class were just as lost as I was. Jessica knew what she was doing. and had worked out a deal with most of the guys in class — they give her 30 bucks she hands the stuff over to them.

I looked at one friend and said, “I can take care of this.”

So I slid my chair over to her and placed my hand on her leg between her knee and hip, (did i mention she was a little big and ugly?) and said, “Hey, how you doin?” she replied, “Fine, just finishing this up.”

I then start in, “Yea this stuff sucks. So, that offer to come out and um.. you know,” as I start rubbing her leg, “come out for some uh.. fun *wink* — does that still stand?”

She says, “Yea, why?”

“Well,” I said, “I would love to come out tonight, but I’m going to be stuck here all day trying to do this shit, and by the time I’m done, I won’t have the energy for anything else,” and while I’m saying these things, my hand is working slowly and softly closer to her inner thigh. She then chimes in with, “Well, you could have a copy of mine, and then you could make it out faster.”

“That would be great,” I say. “You almost done?” Jessica then says, “Yea, just finished wheres your thumb drive?” I handed over my thumb drive, she copied her final onto it and handed it over. I then stood up and proclaimed to my friends that we’re going to pay her for it. “Hey guys, I’ve got it!” I said. She looked at me confused and said, “Wait, you’re still coming over tonight night, right?”

I turned to her and said, “Of course I am.” I then made the changes to make it look like my work and passed my thumb drive around to all my friends so they could do the same. We turned in “our work” and started heading for the door.

As I started to leave, she asked again. “You’re still coming out tonight right?” I told her, “Of course, I’m just going to grab lunch with the guys, I will call you about 6 so you can tell me how to get to your place.” I walked out the door, went to lunch with the guys. After lunch, me and a friend went back to his place and place and played video games all day and I then went home. Jessica never hit on me again, and didn’t talk to me for months after that.

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