So about a month ago this guy who has been harassing me for about 15 years offs himself.
I can't say I felt nothing, I felt a warmness in my heart. A feeling that maybe, just maybe there is a god.
Is that wrong that I feel good and happy that someone died who has harrassed me for 15 years? I mean I don't act happy near his friends or family. Also he's dead so he'll never know. So who's it going to harm? But society thinks being happy that someone died is immoral. I can lie, I'm very happy. The first time he tried to off himself he survived and I felt like it was such a lost opportunity. I gave him advice on how to jump off the Tappanzee bridge right, but he never took my advice and just over dosed like a wuss.
Here is the thing, I tried to befriend him, but he was nuts. He for 15 years would point and yell lies about me in public. Humiliating me in front of like 30 ppl at a time. Cops wouldn't do anything. Ever since he died, I felt free. Like I could walk around in my town without this jerk possibly being around every corner.
Anyhow thanks for reading.
How can one smell the difference between old socks and nacho cheese?I want to know what you are doing smelling old socks.
Fri May 18 2012 15:34:09 EDT from Groo the Wanderer
So about a month ago this guy who has been harassing me for about 15 years offs himself.I can't say I felt nothing, I felt a warmness in my heart. A feeling that maybe, just maybe there is a god.
Anyhow thanks for reading.
i' ve got a similar thing. I just knew him 5th and 6th grade, but that was more then enough.
he did it using a motorcycle, speeding into a left turning car. My feelings are with the passengers of the car. It also wasn't the first aproach..
It gave me a very warm feeling when I got to know the reason for his way 5 years later:
He'd been playing GT on the PS, and the memory stick was full.
So he did his last trip to the next vilage to get another one.
No, I don't regret these feelings.
Are you kidding, Groo?
Don't feel bad. It's an opportunity!
Next time someone mentions the suicide to you, just look the person straight in the eye, completely seriously, and say:
"Yes, I know. After 15 years of him tormenting me, I finally decided to do something about it. So I used my psychic powers to bore into his brain and drive him to madness."
Someone with the same name as the guy who raped me was arrested once. Until I found out it wasn't him, I was so happy.
I hope he dies in horrible pain. soon.
I wish the word 'chupacabra' has one more syllable in it.
Then I could use it in place of 'Copacabana'.
I think it's perfectly reasonable to be sad about his life. How he fucked it up, how he tried to fuck up your life instead of being a reasonable human being. He wasted his life trying to ruin yours - and I think it's perfectly reasonable to be happy that you won't have to deal with a miserable fuck like that again.