In middle school, there was this kid that I never got along with. Let's call him Jay, or Timmy, or I don't know, whatever you want. We always fought. I hated him because he was mean to all my friends, and he was responsible for making my best friend hate me; and he hated me because I was mean to all of his friends for disliking me. It was a strange circle of torment for the entire year. The next summer, I received a series of texts from Jay/Timmy/whoever, and another person I had never heard from before. They addressed the topic of trying to get me to kill myself, trying to get my last friends to kill themselves and feel bad for being affiliated with me, and other things along those lines. I swore to myself after the fact that I would hate Jay/Timmy/whoever forever, because I didn't believe his actions to be excusable, or acceptable, I guess. Fast forward a [i]long[/i] time to yesterday. I'm surfing social media, and I see a picture of Jay/Timmy/whoever, hanging out with his older siblings. I found another picture of him with his parents, with a really sweet smile on his face. I wanted to cry. I wanted to hit myself. I wanted to pick up my phone and apologize for everything I had ever said to him that was even remotely ill or harmful... but I couldn't remember his phone number. How could I be stupid enough to hate someone without knowing who they are? Yes, everyone has done bad things, everyone has their ups and downs. But if we dislike people only for their misdeeds, no one would have any friends, or any real family. I came to realize that he has a life outside of what happened between us, and that his family, and friends, love him for a reason. He has good qualities aside from his dislike for me. I'm sorry for everything that I did to you, and I wish you the best, and fullest life anyone could ever have. Find happiness in your time with family. -Tenvorock