Koinegau Horizonte
Idk why but this story reminds me of K. I knew it. Everyone in the class knew it. But he never confessed officially or anything. I rejected him anyway and to top it off I was so mean to him.I am a bad person it's for sure. I moved away, I had dreams. Years later I found out from a friend that he got really depressed and didn't even finish college and hanged himself. I am probably not to blame but I can't help but think my meanness was part of the cause for his depression. They leave us too soon. We are left behind stuck in their memories unable to move on from them in our own tiny bubble of hell that puts us down everytime something good happens I get happy that life is good but that bubble comes up reminding me how I don't deserve it because I ruined someone else's life even though it's probably not true. Everytime I said something mean he would look down and smile. I could see the hurt I was a broken person and I had a compulsion in me to keep being mean it made me feel better. I hate myself. I keep remembering his hurtful smile it haunts me.
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