I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

This morning I woke up with a note written from Nyffy that said "quit screwing up your life with this crap" with an arrow pointing to something that gave evidence to the fact that I'd screwed up again. There was no explaining my way out of it.

Shame was my payment.

My parent's prayed that I'd always get caught. My guess is they haven't stopped yet. While I was brushing my teeth, I was thinking about how I should have done a better job of concealing my sin. Delete all the files. Shred all of the documents. Erase any knowledge that the sin ever happened.

Then I thought, how I should be glad that I got caught. Satan always tries to convince me to hide my sin. Like a wound, it stays covered up while it rots. I unintentionally exposed my wound to the air and sunlight today and maybe now it can begin to heal.