I Fucked Up Big Time

Ya know those times when you do something reaaaalllyyyy STUPID that you wish your life could end just there and then?

Yeah, I did one of those things.

I am... ehehe, not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer.  I'm a smart one, but I lack a little thing all people seem to have, called COMMON FUCKING SENSE.

So I almost burnt the neighborhood down.  NOT ON PURPOSE, I SWEAR.  IT WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT.  BUT A SERIOUS ONE.  A VERY SERIOUS ONE.  A STUPID ONE.

I was out dumping hot coals on dry grass and forgot to put water on it.  Yeah, I forgot to do ONE SIMPLE THING.  That would have completely changed everything.

But I didn't.

A few hours later, my neighbors knock on the door saying that there's a fire out behind our house.  And we managed to call the fire department in time.

It was that minor stroke of luck that I didn't KILL EVERYONE IN THE DAMN NEIGHBORHOOD.

IT IS THANKS TO MY NEIGHBORS THAT EVERYONE DID NOT BURN AND DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH.

IT IS ALSO RATHER CONVENIENT THAT THE WIND WASN'T BLOWING THAT EVENING.

The next morning, I get up to go see the damage that had been done.  I must have some remarkable luck or something, because there was only about 200+ feet of burnt grass behind our house.  It's also lucky that Dad had been planning on putting a garden there next year.

So all this and I don't get punished?

HAH.

WRONG.

Not only do I have this disaster weighing on my conscious, but I also had to get rid of all my art stuff.

5 YEARS WORTH OF ART STUFF.

ALL OF IT.

Everything on my DA is now the only remnants of anything I've ever done in my entire art career.

Even the stuff you gave me, Japaneko , and that's my fault that it had to be gotten rid of, and I'm terribly sorry, I hope you forgive me...

But yeah, All this is my fault.

And now I'm paying for it.