Day 273: My Ship Coming In
When I was young, I used to wish that I could have vengeance on those that bullied me in school. As an adult, I now see no vengeance I'm capable of is up to their capacity for self destruction. What could I do? I can't make them abuse drugs or treat the people who love them poorly. I can't make them lonely. Anything I've dreamed of doing to the people who have been cruel to me is a pale, sickly echo of what they've done to themselves.
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