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04/24/12(Tue)06:30 No.137152674>>137151702 I
got bullied by some asshole back in middle school. Burned me with a
glue gun, lied through his teeth about how he was sorry when reported to
the principal, turned all my supposed friends against me. The works.
He
later became kind of a faggot in high school who just followed some of
the more popular guys, and he didn't really bother me then. Once we got
into college, he joined the army, and got sent to Afghanistan. He ended
up getting killed by a roadside bomb or some shit a couple of months
ago.
Truth be told? I feel indifferent. I didn't weep for him or
anything, but all of the shit he did to me was so long ago I really
didn't feel like he got his just desserts or anything. More than
anything, I think feeling genuinely glad that he died would have made me
no better than him. It doesn't erase what he did, nor do I believe his
bullying warranted getting blown the fuck up in a shithole country, away
from those he loved.
I dunno, I guess I just lack some of you all's bloodlust. |