At a funeral, he was a nasty little arsehole at school. I took an overdose over the constant shit he gave me. I always imagined meeting him and being as cool as a cucumber and pretend i didn’t even know who he was.
I was a nervous wreck, I was sweating, shaking I felt sick. I’m 43 years old this happened when I was 15.
Now I’m out of there there are a thousand things I wish I had said. I feel like a fucking idiot.