I saw him again, just a few minutes ago when I went outside...he lives around where I live. God!!! I want to do something so bad!!! I had to bite my lip the whole time until I got back inside the house. I can't sit still and I punched the floor awhile earlier and knuckles hurt right now. I've never been so angry in my life. I feel a *little* better right now, as in less angry, but I still want to kick his @#%$ face into a door.
One more tear falling down your face
doesn't mean that much to the world
One more loss in a losing life
doesn't hurt so bad anymore