So, about seven/eight years ago, I did someone wrong. OK, it was a terrible thing to do, and I didn't really meant for it to happen the way it did (but, I did mean for it to happen), but things spiralled out of control, and before i knew how to launch damage control, it was already done. So, one sunday morning 3am, I find myself entangled with gigantic mess.Kinda like when Ralph Wiggum tells Lisa that he loves her and she blows up on national television. Not quite, but you know what I mean.
I tried to be the generous one, but my jealousy, immaturity and insomnia contributed to digging myself deeper on that one. I finally got out intact, and thought that I put it behind me.
Not quite. Thigns behind you can still access your rear end. So now eight years later, I get a taste of my own medicine. And boy, does it taste bitter!
Well, at least, my Karma is now clean. I definitely hope it is, because a second coming will totally knock me out cold.
