That glorious feeling I got after looking at some desperation scenes from movies and realising that the door to my room was opened for a few minutes. It's midnight, but I might have been seen. It's "only" my parents, but still.
I feel like the filth I have been watching. I fantasize about my own future suicide twenty years from now, when I will reach that critical point where the outside world would find out I like to watch other guys do it in their pants. This day and age you don't have any privacy. If someone wanted to destroy me is hire some mediocre detective and yes! my life is over.
Why must I live like a fugitive? Why do I have a secret that if it gets out, people will assume me to be a pervert, a child molestor... Though no legal alligation can be made about me, I must live in fear. The constant fear of someone willing enough to destroying me.