Playground: kicking a boy after he tripped in the sand. I feel so bad! I don’t know his name or where he is. I don’t know why I kicked him. If I could tell him I’m sorry, I would. I was such a mean, angry kid!
Sometimes I want to call him and tell him that I miss him; that I hate him; that I wish we could talk like we used to; that I want to punch him in the fucking face; that I have a joke he’d love to hear…but then I remember that he’s moved on and I can’t talk to him anymore. It sucks a lot :(