A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stamp on it and really mess it up but do not rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty is was. She then told them to tell it they’re sorry. Now even though they said ...they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bully’s another child, they may say they’re sorry but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home. Pass it on
I’m still not over you yet so maybe none of this is fair, and its most definitely biased, but I think I hate you. Which is weird. There are hardly any people that I actually hate.
I had a dream that you came back into my life the other night. In the dream, we got in a fight. All of us got in a fight. And I finally realized how wrong you had been the whole time I knew you. How manipulative and deceitful you were.
Its still hard to think about you; you really are so beautiful, but I hate the person I was around you.
When I think about our time together there are few pleasant things that stick out. The kiss in the rain. The phone calls. But the bad just obscures the good times. You disrespected my family, first off. Out of bounds. You’re a pathological liar. I never knew if you meant what you said or where I stood with you.
I think I thought I owed you because you took care of me when I needed it. But you left me over and over, never acknowledging the pattern.
You simply only care about yourself.
If I never met you my life would have been so much different- less complicated for sure, but who knows if it would have been better.
I’m not really sure if you saved me from wanting to die or if you caused the feeling.