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I didn't do it.

Okay, so maybe I did. Whatever. Maybe I did try to blow up the world. Maybe I did punch myself in the face. Maybe I did. Maybe. Maybe I filled my boss's computer with gasoline. Maybe I did crash the car. Maybe I kissed my own hand and poured that lye.

But I didn't do it. It was all him. All Tyler. All that fucker and his crazy views. All him. Not me. Why would I do something like that?

I am Jack's complete lack of knowledge.

Whatever.

It wasn't me. I didn't do it. I didn't want to do it.

Stupid.

I didn't know what I was doing.

I wasn't even there when it was happening. And everytime I was there, even a little bit, I was just following Tyler. His words, his thoughts, his orders. I saw him and I followed him and I wanted to be him. Everything he told me to do, I did it.

I am Jack's Nuremberg Defense.

Until Project Mayhem started to get way too big, I didn't even question him. I never would. He was my friend.

Fuckhead.

I didn't do it; except I did. But I didn't mean to do it. I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it. I didn't do it.

Do you really believe that? Does anyone? I don't.