Now I know you’re probably thinking I’m a psychopath or something but I’m not. I know what I did was wrong and I do feel deep remorse for my actions but would me turning myself in be better? I am not a murderer. Look we were teenagers on drugs okay something was bound to go wrong. We were just playing a silly game. Really, I’m not even sure it was my fault. Years of overthinking and guilt led me to that conclusion. Maybe it was an accidental death I mean I didn’t intend to kill her. I didn’t kill her. She was my best friend. We had sleepovers every weekend. This weekend her parents were out of town. We considered throwing a party like most teenagers would, but we decided against it, something could go wrong. Sometimes I wish we would have just thrown that fucking party. Then maybe my life would have been different. My life wasn’t bad of course I’d never legally had to pay for what I’d done, but mentally all I did was pay. I may not have gone to court, but it was like my brain was the court. One side saying I’m innocent the other blaming myself and asking why I didn’t just stop.