The Man Without Guilt.

In Atlas Shrugged, John Galt proclaims that he cannot be swayed by the means of Chick Morrison, Wesley Mouch, and James Taggart because he is the man without Guilt. He basically says that, as he understands the consequences, intentions, and implications of what he does, while adhering to the strictness of his own moral code, that he is guiltless by means of being true to himself and those whom he strikes with.

I am not John Galt, and ever since I read his line regarding lies, and how they are looting the beliefs and thoughts of another - "Profiting off one's Ignorance and Trust in You", though that is not verbatim by any means - I began to feel a welling guilt, and I felt that I must come clean.

I've had a computer for months.

I did truly sell everything - I was in a bit of a monetary panic because the Military wanted to strong-arm my father for his attempts to advert another tour in Iraq. My parents sat down with me, and discussed the reality of me having to make cuts and pay my own way through Medical School, and at the end of all that, I did what I had to, and continued my search for a Retail Job.

However, I found that I was allowing myself to be distracted. My Scholarships were being completed at a painstakingly slow pace, and the reality of me completing my Government Hours before my initial enrollment was slipping away, because I had found myself spending evenings sitting on Steam, chumming it up with people I enjoy the company of.

I couldn't think of a way of saying, "I must focus - You're all a distraction", to everyone that I had spent so much time with, so I lied. I made a petty excuse, saying the lone laptop I'd been given on Black Friday years ago had broken, and I was without any means of talking to anyone.

Worse yet, I began to get lonely. After a blizzard put the town in a state of "Regional Emergency", and I found myself stuck indoors, and without any work to be done for a week, I began to visit Steam, claiming to be at the library. I began to write the people than I missed in my self-imposed exile to studies.

There's no gray to these things - I'm a liar.
To be the Man Without Guilt, I have to say the truth, and put it in plainest of terms.
I have lied.

I won't ask for forgiveness - it was a long-running bit of deceit - but I will remove this crushing guilt, and say that I've lied to you.

And to you - the man who passed me Maus - I am sorry.
I betrayed whatever investments you have in me, if there are any at all.
I would sooner tell you this in person, if you were not so inexplicably difficult to contact.
In reality, I've come to suspect you'd known I were lying all along.