When I was younger, I was really, really s*****. I was loud, annoying, only cared about my own entertainment, and never knew when I was going too far with a joke or comment. The worst thing that I’ve done is tell someone the most painless way to die after I was thinking about it. They were in a rough spot and what I said didn’t help. It didn’t help at all. I hate myself for thinking it was ever acceptable to say something like that and I know that if my ancestors would be looking at me now, they wouldn’t be smiling. I hate myself for being so stupid and self-absorbed and I don’t think there’s anything I could do to truly make up for it. We’ve lost contact by now, and I’m going to die regretting it.
