and is worse when people know you and remember what you used to be like. A loooooooooooooooooong time ago, I was a very, very, VERY upsettable kid. Got put in OCS for a semester, tried escaping with dress shoes. Sharp edges, crack on plexiglass, figure out the rest. And yet, people remember that and kinda fear me for it. I'm not a bad person, I'm just misunderstood. Thank you for listening to me ramble in my blog.