I’ve lived long enough to see most of my biggest bullies slip on their own banana peels. Most of them just look like someone else’s victim. The drive to one day walk past them, knowing I got better and they stayed the same, is less inviting with every day that passes. Damn compassion bullshit. I should be allowed to stay mad and small and petty forever. I’m not that good a person. I don’t want to forgive or forget. I want to be bitter and mean and completely hypocritical until I die.