I kissed a girl, and I didn’t like it. This has been bottled up in me for years. I don’t like the girl. I wasn’t drunk, I was like in the 4th grade, so many 10-11. Also, the girl I had kissed, I told her to die. She took it seriously. She didn’t kill herself though, I mean I was in the 4th grade, I didn’t really know that she was going to take it seriously. Now, she is fine, we are on good terms and perfectly fine. You might think I’m a monster, but I know what I’ve done wrong and I feel like an awful person, like I should die in her place. I know I was wrong. I am now understanding how this all works and now I am trying to prevent people from doing the same.
