I Wished He Would Die. To This Day, I Regret It.

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Kids make mistakes.

It’s a part of growing up. It’s how we learn and grow. It’s part of what shapes us into the adults we become.

We don’t set out to fuck things up. We just do, because at the time, either we weren’t thinking or we didn’t know better.

Though that seems a flimsy excuse.