Years ago, in grade school. There was tyhis one kid, Cory. I hated him, he hated me. He'd always be teasing me or hitting me or something. One day, I got sick of all the crap I had to put up with at school. so I went and told my Dad. I made up one part of it though, I told him Cory had thrown a desk at me. The next day, my dad came in, took him out back, and he never bothered me again..
No, you're not a bad person, kids do stuff like that. What matters is that you LEARNED from your mistake. The DARE people also made a mistake, in assuming that everyone has had an experience with drugs. I am 22, and NEVER have. I was once offered a blunt, but said no and went on my way. So they scrweed up there..
Lets do some sexy math. We add you, subtract your clothes, divide your legs and multiply