I was often hanging out in the same spot of a lush forest. I would contemplate my life there. One day, I decided to kill someone. I got heavily drunk and killed a person. I don’t remember how. but I did. I returned to my spot in the forest once I was sober and realized what I did didn’t feel good, so I decided that killing people wasn’t for me. I would never kill another person after that experience. I didn’t necessarily feel guilty, I just didn’t feel as good as I thought I would. I guess I regretted it.