The guilt is still there even though it happened last year.

The first crime was exploiting the knowledge that my mom is notorious for shutting her car door on her seatbelt which means it never really latches. She kept a crazy amount of change in her cupholders to the point it was beginning to overflow. I snuck in there and skimmed a bunch of it. It took her awhile to notice but eventually she did. Luckily it was a day she shut the door on her seatbelt and you could see the door sticking out. I simply explained that her door isn't locked right and someone must have popped it open. She believed me and now double checks. Technically I didn't lie but I still did a bad thing.

The second crime was similar and this time I exploited my dads forgetfullness. He enlisted my help for moving into his new apartment. He had a change jar that was fairly full and there was a lot of silver in it. I took it and he thinks to this day it got misplaced in a box somewhere because he still has a few boxes unpacked chilling in a closet. He did ask me once if I knew what box it went into and I told him I didn't remember and that I don't think I was the one who packed it up.

The third crime was something that almost happened. I was trusted to check in on my bestfriends cats while he was on vacation with his wife. I let myself in and check in on the cats and hang out with them for a few minutes. I found myself wandering and ended up in front of this large glass vase in his room full of coins and bills. In the past he said that was his rainy day adventure jar. I got as far as putting my hand in there and grabbing some money but felt far too guilty and put it back. I couldn't bring myself to skim some. In the past I have taken change off the floor and even a few odd bills by the washer and dryer in the basement but I just couldn't do it.

The biggest crime I've done was work related. I would be told to throw away product that wasn't selling that had been sitting for awhile. I wouldn't actually throw it away. I would sit it by the dumpster and after my shift I would go retrieve it and resell it. I don't do that anymore I got too paranoid and felt weird about it.

I've been pretty haunted by all I've done and can't bring myself to tell the people I've affected that I've done these things. I've been considering putting an envelope into my moms mailbox with a few bucks in it to cover what I took. I've considered sneaking the jar back into my dads place with money in it. I think I got almost $70 for the coins in the jar. I don't remember anymore the exact amount. I can't lie I still get tempted to go back to doing these things but know I can't.