It's not like the police are gonna catch you, you've taken care of that, it's just that you don't feel like yourself around cops. You get all stiff and become way less outgoing, so how can that lead to a fun date?
The guilt keeps you awake for hours, you toss and turn thinking of the victim's family, berating yourself for going too far, and wishing you could take it back. But you can't.
It's basically impossible to get excited about your friends' petty infractions after you've murdered someone in cold blood. So what's the point of even playing?
Now that you know you're capable of killing, you find yourself thinking of murder as a solution to anything-- from a friend's betrayal, to a long line at CVS. It's a scary to realize that you are dangerous and not completely in control.
They sell it in 1 gallon tubs, but you only need ¼ of a gallon to decompose the average body! Ugh! If only the person you killed had been obese!
You don't want to address the feeling because addressing it makes it true. But the fact is, killing made you feel powerful and the adrenaline rush was amazing. You're scared there's something seriously wrong with you.
Your shoes got SO muddy while you were dragging the body through the woods. And of course they aren't muddy anymore, you destroyed all evidence, but still, your shoes looked so bad that day!! It's hard to forget.