I would say i’m genuinely sorry for bringing this up, but here I am on a site where you’re looking for shit like this. You make me feel ill. Unfortunately I’ve got know one else to listen. I’ve got to say something for my own sake. I’ve hurt people, badly. These people won’t recover. I was 15 years old. It was an unwinnable situation. I got hurt, they got hurt, everyone was worse for wear. I’ve been beaten as an adult I don’t feel the need to confess about it to strangers online. These people were so genuinely shocked about it. He just said “they jumped us” over and over again after it became clear that it no longer mattered what he thought. She disappeared. She said her knee was broken and pressed charges. I saw her later as she carried a body out while she worked at her new job as an EMT. There are paradoxes of underage debauchery where this does make sense, only those who know the spaces will understand however. I hate it. I hate you. I hate myself, and I am stuck in a world of hate. What’s new that I shall hate? Hate for today? Hate for tomorrow? I’ve hate to spare, hate enough to borrow.
Last sentences were well written.