See, at the time, I thought that once I got through high school the scars would be insignificant compared to the benefits of a diploma. And I couldn't say that it was a complete waste of my time; I did learn a lot about how politics work by observing the demise of USN, I learned about my own personal reactions to trauma, and I got to meet Mr. Buhl. But at the same time, I feel self-victimised because I am now a statistic of a bad system, and there is nothing I can do about it now. We judge ourselves and others so much by on our past experiences, and I hate my doormat qualities so much, and the fact that I was capable of doing something to change that experience but didn't seems to reinforce my inner doormat-ness. I wish I had done it differently just for myself. Because it is my fucking life, no matter what anyone else tries to convince me.
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