Have you ever done something so stupid you knew it was wrong yet you did it anyways? And it hurt people you love? And you get that feeling in the pit of your stomach where the whole world seems to crash down? And even though you didnt intend to hurt them it did. And you feel as though you deserve whatever punishment yound that you would do anything to make it better? And you wish you could go back in time to fix it? Hindsight is 20/20. You can always see the stupid shit that you do in perfect clarity and the thought “What the hell was I thinking” goes racing through your mind? got for hurting them? But it’s too late to do anything about it? So you beg for forgiveness, but you know in your heart…that sometimes…an “I’m sorry” is not enough?
I’m not sure if this is the right place for me to post this but I really needed to get that off my chest. I’m also not sure if this is a troll thread and if it is I apologize.
I’m going through that right now.
See, my friend’s new girlfriend… err… looks like a raccoon.
And I really wanna say “Ah, it’s Ranger Chris, who loves all woodland creatures, but especially raccoons.” That would be wrong.
Wrong wrong. Wrong wrong wrong.
God help me.
–John
Awwwwww… Talkingsquirrel, I’m sorry to hear that. 
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There, there, it’ll be okay, really.
<pats him on the back gently while hugging him>
I was really into marking myself up with knives when I was in highschool, cutting myself up long before it had a name and became fashionable (I’ve always been quite the trendsetter!). I was pretty good at keeping it a secret, but my folks caught on eventually --pretty late in the game actually, so when they damanded to see them I’d already amassed quite a collection.
I feel really bad about it now, they took it really personally as though it reflected poorly on them as parents, but fact is they had nothing to do with it. I was just in a really bad place in my life. We’d moved several times and I had just enrolled in my fourth school in as many years, my social skills were nil, I was wearing black all the time, I think I was only eating about 800 calories a day and was a rather spectral figure.
Took years to patch things up with my dad (something I don’t like reminicing about even now) I felt like I’d failed him and I think he felt likewise, but things are patched up now (in every sense) my scars faded and we’re way closer now than we ever were then.
Felt that way all time before I stopped getting loaded.
The good thing is that time does heal most wounds.