the mouth goes slack and the muscles go limp.

read a friend's blog's archives.

it sucks to be reminded, there in resolute font, unerasable by my own effort, a testament to my evilness and abominable words. Seemed like ages ago, but there on screen, i'm brought back to that exact time when it happened. details blurred. But the sharp pain still lingers, like a wound that has been freshly cut open. And several feelings rise. Guilt at my own behaviour, indignance of the person's reaction and uncertainty of how i should have reacted at that point in time. What would be the right thing to do? Is the word right even applicable. When i think about it, that situation tt happened, i see no way i could have escaped. You trapped me in.

i, dumbstruck and helpless against your words of convenient damning of me, no way to retaliate. The whole world sees how evil i am. and i've no way to offer my perspective. damn, there was no way out. in a way, you were punishing me. Willing others to take your stand, not giving me any benefit of the doubt, any allowance. it was black and white. me, wrong. you, right.