In my daydreams, when i saw him again, I would say his name, "H-" and swing my fist into his face as he turns around. That thought kept replaying in my mind as I saw his blasted face again, of course he wouldnt have remembered me if he saw me, but thats another story. I would have made my dream come through, just that I would have to live with the consequences, which might be him getting up and possibly whacking me to a pulp or simply calling the cops. Why do i hate him so much? He pretty much ruined a good 2 years of my life, and possibly made me miss some very valuable experiences, by wronging me. I am partly to blame too, for not standing up to him when he wronged me, and for not being to take it standing up..
I only have a week of freedom left till term starts, and I cant take it.. Where did all the time go, I havent even gone overseas for a holiday yet, sadly..
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