I love how I claimed to be a victim before, but now, I'm one of them, I'm no better than them.
I say to myself," I did it to protect my friends they hurt them and made them cry. I NEED to do this so I can protect my friends"
But was I really protecting them...
Maybe it was just an act. Maybe I wanted to hurt them like they hurt me. Is that so wrong, I just wanted revenge. That's the real truth isn't it...
isn't it...
I don't even know anymore...
I can't tell if I was corrupt or not. I don't know anymore...
I want to believe I was trying to protect my friends. At that time it felt like they were all I had left.
Was it all a lie...
(Disclaimer: This is just a story of events. No one is being named or blamed for their actions. This is simply a story for the people and me to look upon.)
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The Bad Things in Life
ContoHi, this story is really a series of stories and events that have either happened to me, people in my life, and parts of it will be made up but close to things that can really happen. This story will be very depressing and I warn people with depress...
