tmi, nightmareboy. i don't wanna hear about your masturbatory adventures.
until a month or so ago, i'd been in only one fight. it was ninth grade. she was amanda. three times my size. she came to respect me. this last so-called fight was more my trying to deflate the irrational anger of a fucking drunk who refused to get the fuck out of my face. if i had it to do over again, i'd kick his arse. knee to the tummy. uppercut the chin. (rip, harold.
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psa: fighting sucks. and solves nothing.