tbh I am a little afraid of toast

So when I was a little kid, yeah, there was this dude I was friends with. Well we were not so much friends but acquaintances maybe. perhaps closer than that but not quite friend. Like that cousin you only see every few years but you have to pretend to know and like them because they are technically family. Anyway I am off subject. The point is that he wasn't really a dude. I was very lonely so I pretend that bread was people. I wouldn't say I loved bread. But I definitely felt something. There was an unspoken bond between me and bread. Unspoken mostly because he was bread. Or she. Hard to tell with bread tbh. So this bread and I would sometime see each other on the street and give a little head nod to say hello. Well I nodded she was mostly just bread. But one day my mom was at the store just a little too long. I freak out if alone for more than 30 seconds, and it was worse when I was a child. My mom worked from home so she was normally home. My dad is still waiting in line to by cigarettes. My dog is a corgi, but that isn't relevant. I also owned a turtle. Anyway my mom was at the store, and I was hungry. I asked bread what to do, but I guess he was mad at me because he didn't answer. In hindsight that may have been because he was bread. I got furious. See I always carry firecrackers in my pocket incase I forget 4th of July. Only communists don't celebrate 4th of july so I have to be ready at all times. So I try to light these firecrackers but realize I need a match. I find a a match. I strike the match. The match catches fire. I light the firecracker. I am trying to show bread how I feel inside. But I accidentally burned my house down. Again. See the first time was because I wanted to see if paper tasted good if boiled long enough. But apparently I accidentally used gasoline instead of water. And gun powder instead of paper. That was a hell of a day. Anyway my house catches fire and the firemen arrive. Firemen are so strong. So very strong. So. Very. Strong. So they stop the fire with water I think. Don't remember how they stopped it. But I think water. After the flames die down I find my acquaintance bread. He was charred and blackened. But I was still so hungry. In a moment of weakness I took a small bite. Just a little nibble. The bread tasted good, and before I knew it I ate every last bite. Does that make me a bad person?