You know how it is when your emotions make you look at yourself in shock.
I couldn't believe I was going undercover as a sex offender.
Therapy was a joke, at least I thought so.
Having to jump behind the mask of a rapist was like the feeling I got when Kathy left me or when Dickie got sick. It was that cold, painful throb that developed between my eyes.
Then Ray fell off the bandwagon and we baited him.
As much as I hate to admit, we baited him, he's right.
But I still have the gut feeling he'd do it again anyway.
I can't say I feel good about what we did, but I'm not gonna feel remorse for putting a repeat sex offender back in prison.
Nevertheless, it's made me look at myself with shock and horror and anger.
I do hate myself... not for what I went undercover as... but for the perplexity of myself that I can't seem to understand...
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Just my rambling mind after the Season Premier... Don't own a thing...