I got so tired of having to go sit outside the class and being a weirdo when I first went to elementary school, that one day I gave in and for whatever reason stayed in class and ate some birthday themed candy and was a dumb enough lil shit that I left some in my backpack.
Of course my super JW mother found it and it became a huge ordeal in the house. Considering that my father didn’t mind throwing punches or choking family members that drew his wrath I was aware shit was coming.
Worse though I knew already at 5 that God was going to kill me for what I had done, possibly any second now. That was the first time I ever considered the thought of committing suicide. Definitely not a normal course of thought for a child that tiny.
Thanks Jehovah for your spiritual paradise. Cock.