"Who are you? You are the the truth out screaming these lies. You are the truth, saving my life."

I did something last night.
and half the percentage of people are telling me it was wrong.
and the other half are telling me it's okay.

I shouldn't of said anything to  him.  I should have kept my mouth shut.  I couldn't though.  Seeing him, I felt rage.  I couldn't keep my mouth closed.  He fucked me over for such a long time.. he deserved it.  His sister was so nice to me, but he's not his sister. he's him.

he's the one that screamed at me.   who would hit me if I hit him back.  He's the one who acted like I was nothing to him in the end. 

I might pay for this once school starts.  I might pay for it the next time I see a member of his family.  I don't know.  what's done is done, and I can't take it back.

I don't even know if I really do want to.

I don't know what I'm feeling.  Is it guilt?  Is it anger?  Is it hatred?  I'm not sure.

I just don't know.

I need an escape.