By OJ Simpson
I did it.
It has been many years since the tragic events. And during this time, I have come to terms with my horrible deed. I know this confession will not change what I did. It will not hide the hideous motivation of my action. But, at the very least, I want you to know it was me.
The crime was mine and mine alone. I drove to do what I did based on my own faults, my own misgivings, my own insecurities. I allowed myself to be led into the pits of fear, rage, and madness. These errs of my conscience became unleashed upon the innocent. They did not deserve the punishment that I inflicted. No one deserves that punishment.
Let no blame be cast for anyone besides me, Orenthal James Simpson.
I only ask that you accept me for who I am: A flawed individual. One who has given, but taken away.
As I sit in prison, know my time will not last much longer. I have seen many things throughout my life. The planet holds much pleasure, much excitement, and yet much horror. Ultimately, I allowed horror to reign supreme. If any good can come from this confession, you must know that if you feel similarly, if you think horrible thoughts, you have the power to change. You have the power to overcome these thoughts with kindness, with generosity, with love. If there is any meaning that can be derived in this universe, it is love. Don't ever forget that, as I did.
I do not ask that you change your opinion of me. I know that my legacy has been tarnished and will remain tarnished. I just want you to know that I did it. I wanted what was mine and took my chances. The whole thing was my fault. And I am relieved to admit it.