Real talk. I cyberbullied a zoophile to the point of suicide. Their mother confirmed the death, and I read their obituary. I know people will just flood this comment with "Oh you did God's work" or "based" but I genuinely feel remorse. Yeah, this person was a degenerate teenager, but there was still a person beyond all of that. Sometimes I go to sleep thinking about what the poor guy's life could have been. He would have probably gotten past his horrific actions and became a better person, but because of my twisted sense of justice, they killed themselves. I never did admit to being the bully, and deleted that social media account soon afterwards. My words, maybe across thousands of kilometers, ended a life. I have blood on my hands.
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