i hurt a lot of people... and sometimes on perpous... eventully i start to regret it.
as my life went by, i hurt more people... but i started hurting them on perpuse even more then i ever did... i thought that everyone would think im relly cool and brave... but then i realized that i was only making my self even more hurting them ever before.. i realized that hurting people had became a bad habit... a few years later i was even worse... not only i was hurting other people, i started going farther acrossed the line... then finally, one day i went too far.... i droved a friend that i got into a fight with the perviose day in to committing suicide... he took a shotgun and put it in his mouth and pulled a triger... i was devistaded, i couldn't say anything or do anything but sit with my mouth open... i didn't mean to make him feel so bad.. i knew i would never be for given ever again... and i didn't want to be forgiven anyway... i thought i would be nicer gone and dead... disappear.. best friends became enemies.. family turned there backs on me... i was terrified and sad... but i was also understanding... even though i refused to talk to anyone even if they said hi... i disided that i couldn't be happy... the next day.. there was a fight and i was one of the first people to see it start... i watched and watched the fight at school... there were no teachers in the room and appearently everyone was too exited about the fight, no one bothered to go for help... a few seconds past when one guy fell... he tryed to run away and he was begging for mercy... everyone laughted at him... ill admit that i had a smile... but then the guy still standing punched the other guy in the back on the head while he was trying to get back up... i snaped.. i remember that when i saw him do that, i thought nothing but rage... i got into the fight... i felt i had enough... i turned him around and i punched him full in his face.. not only did i knock him out, i brock his nose he was missing a few front teeth... he deserved it... and thats when i disided that i should help people... not hurt them or make them cry.. i would only help if the asked for it... and over time a few people did need help... and i did.. i did everything i could to help... and it made me happy... thats why i dont disagree with people when they call me a idiot.. or a moron... or a ceraker.. i dont get mad because i know they r true... and i still do... see my point is that when i thought the world would be better with one less person in it, i found me a place in it... i changed... i started to respect others... and they respeacted me but i know that they wouldn't trust me... i didn't care...
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